Snow Angels, Secrets and Christmas Cake (23 page)

S
o there I
was enjoying supermarket turkey and cheap new world wine on Christmas Day in a bakery window. We had cheap crackers that snapped loudly and had stupid jokes in them, the cutlery didn’t match, the sprouts were cold – and I won’t even start on the napkins. But you know what? Sitting there, with everyone around me laughing and eating, it was the best Christmas I’d ever had. When my phone rang I thought it was Jesus – he was late for lunch and Hugo was saying Jesus would be late for his own birthday, which just cracked us all up. But when I looked at my phone it wasn’t Jesus.

‘Alright Tamsin?’

My heart almost stopped and my mouth went very dry. ‘Gabe?’ I stood up from the table.

‘Yeah... Happy Christmas.’

I was touched, also a little sad. I thought I’d got over Gabe, but just hearing his voice made me go all woozy.

‘Where did you get to in the end?’ I asked, imagining him on that beach, warm sand, his naked body.

‘I’m where I always wanted to be...’

‘Is there sand between your toes?’

‘No.’

‘Are you somewhere warm?’

‘No... it’s bloody freezing.’

‘Really? Where are you?’

‘I’m outside.’

‘Yes but where outside?’

‘The Bakery.’

I looked up and there he was through the window in a big overcoat, looking like a bedraggled film star, stubbly and rough and... I opened the door and ran to him. We fell into each other’s arms.

‘You’re back? For how long?’ I asked, burying my head in his chest

‘A while.’

‘But what happened to your beach?’

‘I got to the airport and I hung around a bit and decided I didn’t want to go anywhere. I don’t need a beach, not now I’ve got you with your stupid shoes and your daft Christmas decorations.’

I had a sudden, uncontrollable urge to rub his bristly face all over my décolletage... thankfully I resisted.

‘I missed you, Tammy,’ he said in a moment of softness.

‘I missed you too.’

We kissed and my heart soared above the snow, this was so wonderful, so unexpected. I heard jeering and clapping coming from inside and we pulled away from each other in embarrassment. Then I curtseyed and Gabe bowed. Through the window I could see my whole family gathered inside our little bakery. It was the perfect Christmas picture, love, laughter twinkling lights, mismatched crockery and hope for the future. And standing in the snow, Gabe’s hand in mine, I knew this was it. The Christmas I’d been searching for all my life.

‘Come on, Mum, bring Gabe inside, it’s freezing out there,’ Hugo called from behind the flaming pudding.

I smiled, took Gabe’s hand, and led him into Christmas. I was finally home.

I
f
, you’re like me and that first line of ‘Let it Snow,’ has you lunging for the sherry and the fairy lights then you will appreciate what a joy it’s been for me to write this book. I LOVE Christmas and have spent the whole summer wallowing in cinnamon-scented ‘Christmasness.’ I have written only to the sound of ‘Michael Bublé’s Christmas’ album while inhaling gingerbread candles and sporting a reindeer jumper. I also sacrificed my diet and ate my own weight in mince pies, just so I could conjure the mood and spirit of Christmas and share it with my readers – you’re welcome.

I really hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it, and if you have a moment (in between buying cards and presents, writing cards, sending cards, wrapping presents, arguing with partners, refereeing children and cooking Christmas Dinner) to
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Thanks again for reading – may all your Christmases be Merry and Bright – and overflowing with baked goods.

Sue x

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