Emotional debris that reminded him of the loss he’d suffered on that Christmas day so long ago. The custodian of the Christmas storm came in the guise of his aunt, Sarah Abbott, who loved Christmas as much as she did breathing. The rubble took the form of the holiday spirit she would indiscriminately scatter about the entire house—missing not one corner of the vast eighteen rooms. He’d hoped that when they’d moved from Charleston into this new house outside the little mountain town of Carson that her seasonal decorating binge would have been left behind. However, to his utter dismay and deep disappointment, she’d seen to it that all her holiday paraphernalia had been moved along with them. Jonathan had just gotten absorbed in a contract he’d been negotiating with one of Prince Publishing’s top authors, which he had to have reviewed by early afternoon, when the bringer of the yearly yule storm arrived in his study. She descended on him complete with a sprig of mistletoe dangling from her hand and an off-key version of Frosty the Snowman on her lips.
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