I’m a Christmas baby, kinda. Kinda a New Year’s baby, too. I was born on December 29th, and like many holiday babies, this caused issues in the gift department. Not that I could blame anyone in the family. Insult to injury, my oldest sister decided to get married on December 27th! How was that fair?
My sisters are both MUCH older than I, enough that, by the time I was old enough to realize I was Birthday-Impaired, they were popping out babies of their own, and there wasn’t spare cash for two gifts in one week’s time. Woe was me. Woe, woe, woe.
So, the year I turned six (my first year as Auntie VJ), my mom created a tradition for us. Each day between Christmas and my birthday I got a small, usually inexpensive and novelty, gift. We called it “Birthmas”, and it was wonderful. I looked forward to those little presents, not because they were all expensive and extravagant — Lord knows they weren’t (favorite Birthmas gifts included a set of “glam color” Sharpies, a collection of embroidery floss in holiday colors, and a bottle of neon green nail polish). No, I looked forward to them because they were concrete evidence that in spite of all the holiday hoopla my birthday wasn’t forgotten.
Insecure much? Well, yeah. But there were some years when I really needed to feel like my birth was something to celebrate and not lament. (To which I can add, “drama much?” Well, duh!)
My mom continued Birthmas until I was well into my thirties. In fact, I was thirty-eight the last year we had Birthmas, and the only reason we don’t do it now is because Alzheimer’s has stolen the memory of it from her. That said, for a couple years even after Mom couldn’t do it, #1 Sister sent me email Birthmas. Probably because she felt guilty for plopping her wedding right in the middle of my birthday week!
I was a lucky holiday baby. No, I’ve never gotten two big, extravagant gifts within a week of each other, but I’ve got a family that goes out of their way to remind me I’m special and loved.
That, in my opinion, is the true spirit of Christmas, and the true meaning of birthday celebrations.
THIS CONTEST IS NOW CLOSED
Santa Claus Is Coming Blurb: T’was the Night After Christmas:
It’s the night after Christmas and all Santa wants is a drink, a shower, and a long winter’s nap. When he stops into his favorite bar to unwind, one look at the live entertainment has him adding a little stress relief to his post-Christmas wish list. Luckily, lounge singer and drag queen extraordinaire Chimera is more than willing to get right to work on that!
Santa Claus is Coming Excerpt:
Niklaus Kristofer Kringle was not a fat jolly old elf. Well, old, maybe. He’d stopped counting after the big five-oh-oh. But definitely not fat. Assuredly not jolly. He was also most emphatically not a Saint.
Where people got the idea he was fat and jolly was beyond him. Yeah, at one point he’d dressed in fur, which had, admittedly, made him look a bit…fluffy. Hell, for centuries it was the warmest garb available. But, shit. He’d been wearing polar fleece for decades. Nik scrubbed his hands over his face, trying to rub away some of his fatigue.
Not fat. Not jolly. Not a fucking Saint.
What he was, was tired, jet-lagged and cranky. When he walked into the North Pole’s dirtiest dive, Santa’s Workshop, pretty much all he wanted in the world was a drink, a shower, and a long winter’s nap. Preferably with a good hard fuck thrown in there somewhere. Just to help him unwind.
The bar was the next thing to empty. Most of his minions, er, helpers, were either sleeping off nearly forty-eight hours straight of non-stop work—being an “elf” was a lot of hurry-up-wait-hurry-the-fuck-up-you-moron—or sleeping off a shot or ten celebrating the end of forty-eight hours of non-stop work.
Nik slumped at the bar and ordered whisky, neat. Forty-eight hours really wasn’t that bad. He remembered when it had been a week and a couple favors from Father Time to get his shit all done on Christmas Eve. The advent of internet shopping had cut his workload nearly in half, thank God.
He looked up in surprise when the classic rock on the radio cut off, and the lights dimmed. When the strains of jazzy string instruments replaced the growly vocals of the Boss, he shot an incredulous look toward the elf manning the bar.
Joe, the ubiquitous overweight, under-washed bartender, shrugged. “Owners wanted to class up the joint.” He gestured toward the small stage area on the other side of the small dance floor. “Chimera there’s our latest attraction.”
Nik noticed that the few people who’d clustered at the bar were drifting toward the stage, where a slender woman stood silhouetted against a gold spotlight. Brightly colored Christmas lights created a merry, twinkling frame and the over-all effect was dramatic.
Even more striking when the lighting changed and the singer was finally fully revealed.
Red hair, several shades darker than Nik’s own ginger spikes, tumbled to curl teasingly around pale, silky looking skin left bare by the off-the-shoulder ruby velvet dress. The contrast of ruby hair and ruby dress made her skin glow like a pearl.
She was tall for a woman. In her glittery red stilettos with silver metal heels, she was probably only a few inches less than his own six-five. And slim. Willowy, even. Her crimson dress clung from shoulders to mid-thigh, emphasizing the almost boyish lines of her body. Nik narrowed his eyes, looked closer at the rounded muscles of her shoulders, the nearly smooth line of her dress across her chest.
Not almost boyish. Chimera, The Workshop’s claim to class, was definitely male. Nik’s prick perked up.
Then he (She? Was that the proper pronoun while the performer was in drag?) began to sing, and all thoughts of male or female, classy or crass, fled his mind in a rush of goose-flesh.
That voice was, in a word, oh-holy-fuck.
Chimera made love to the microphone, the song, her (His? Did it even matter?) audience. Delicate hands cupped the mic. Long, graceful fingers tipped with long, scarlet nails traced sinuous lines over the mic stand.
Nik—and, undoubtedly every other elf in the room—was caught in the vision of those hands, those fingers, tracing something a lot warmer and thicker. Like his cock.
Chimera continued to weave a spell with music and lyrics, and Nik felt his exhaustion fade. Every word, every note was another teasing stroke of his flesh. Every dramatic pause a caress of his increasingly hard and aching dick. When the singer sent a sultry, teasing glance in his direction and started a very suggestive rendition of “Santa Baby”, it was all Nik could do to keep from storming the stage and dragging her (While the dress was on and the hips had that shimmy, Nik decided, Chimera was definitely a her.) off to his lair. But, dammit, he was The Santa. He wasn’t going panting after a lounge singer, no matter how magical, like a common elf. Even if his dick was screaming for him to do so.
There was no doubt she was singing directly to him. Wide, dark eyes conveyed total sincerity when she insisted she’d been an awfully good girl, but the kittenish way her lips curved when she invited him to hurry down her chimney suggested she’d rather he hurry up something entirely different. Yeah, Chimera so belonged on the Naughty List, in all the best ways.
By the time she’d finished her set, pretty much everyone else in the bar had gravitated to the tables closest to the stage, and Nik was about on hard stroke away from coming in his ski pants. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so horny. If the glances she’d been sending him through her last few songs were anything to go by, Chimera was plenty turned on, too.
He was the only elf who didn’t crowd the stage to applaud and loudly offer praise, drinks, or whatever the hell she wanted if she’d just give him a little time, a little attention. Still, he wasn’t in the least surprised when she slid onto the barstool next to him, crossing her legs with a whisper of silken stockings.
She leaned toward him, and her scent teased him even over the stale smell of smoke and the tang of spilled alcohol. She smelled as good as she looked. A faint hint of evergreen, overlaid by vanilla and spice and everything wonderful about the holidays.
“Buy a girl a drink?” Her speaking voice was as alluring as her singing voice, as alluring as every fucking thing about her. Nik, however, was The Santa, and he’d be damned if he let her turn him into a babbling fool so easily.
Not that he’d ever admit how close she had him to babbling fool. And how easily.
“Not interested in girls,” he replied, leaning on an elbow he’d propped on the sticky bar. She raised one brow and the corner of her glossy red lips quirked. “I will, however, buy you a drink, Sweetheart.”
Unshackled from the Evil Day Job from Hell, VJ can now be found obsessing over whether her parents are getting enough to eat, obsessing that the kid is sexting the boyfriend, making coffee, drinking coffee, feeding the cats who allow her to live with them, or reading and writing erotic romance – either solo as m/m author VJ Summers, or as the shorter, quieter half of the “Violet Summers” writing team.
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then thank you for this chance, and happy new year~
Happy belated Birthday VJ, and thanks for offering a gift to us instead. I loved the blurb for Santa Claus is coming.
My youngest son’s birthday is Dec 29 too. My older kids are also several years older so they are at the point where their birthdays are low key so I don’t think my youngest notices that we are not putting a lot of effort into celebrating his birthday.
My best friend growing up’s older brother is also Dec 29th – he was enough older he never understood why I cared, lol.
It happens that Davy Jones and Mike Nesmith of the Monkees are both Dec 30th birthdays… Not that it’s relevant info… :-P
Thank you so much for the chance to win. I’m glad your family make your birthdays special. I’m a Dec. baby too. Lol. Just remember even though your momma may not remember it now she left you with enough memories to last a life time. Happy Late Birthday.
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Loved the excerpt and look forward to reading more.
So glad your family made the effort to make your birthday something good within the Christmas season. I was lucky that my daughter (my only december baby) was born in the first week so it was easy to keep the two dates well apart.
Happy after Birthmas!! I have five December birthdays in my immediate family and I always worry about them feeling slighted on the birthday part so I try and put a little more effort into it. I think I may borrow your mom’s birthmas idea. Thanks for the giveaway. Happy New Year!!
I LOVE the thought of Birthmas living on with another family! That is awesome! My dad’s Dec 16, but my mom, both sisters and one of the nephews are all September. Now that we’re all “old”, lol, we just get together one weekend for cake, but growing up there was something almost every week of the month!
I’m the closest in my family to a birthday near christmas. Mine is Jan. 9. That was an awesome idea your mom had. Thank you for the chance to win an ebook. Either one would be fine as long as it’s m/m. :)
My uncle’s birthday is Christmas eve; my mom’s family never had much, so I know his birthday went unrecognized for the most part. It’s unlikely he got a gift at all, ever. I’m not sure my mother did, either, though and she was born in April. The two oldest had it really rough. The younger two were babied, though the finances hadn’t really changed. I’m so glad your family found a way to make you feel special and cherished in the midst of all the holiday, wedding, and baby chaos. That speaks volumes. michelle_willms(at)yahoo(dot)com
Happy (belated) Birthday!! I don’t know anyone who has a birthday in December bbut I have a big family (8 of us all together plus 3 more for my sister in law and niece and nephew) and almost every month or a couple of months we have birthday to celebrate. In some cases two in one month. We always try to make each other fell special on those days.
Thanks for all the birthday wishes! And thanks, Lisa, for letting me come play!
Happy belated birthday VJ, I love your books, thanks for sharing!
Good morning, everyone, I hope you’re all staying warm, where ever you are.
VJ’s Birthmas Giveaway is now closed and the winner has been selected. An E-copy of either Santa Claus Is Coming or Birthday Licks goes to…
Congratulations, Cathie! I’ll email VJ right now with your contact information, so expect to hear from her soon. :)