Christmas Memory

Christmas Memory

By:  Bella Moondragon  Completed
Language: English
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Can a Christmas angel fix a meet-cute gone wrong? Memory Wilson is supposed to meet Dakota Brooks and fall in love. When a sudden gust of wind from a startled angel prevents that from happening, their paths never intersect. Can Memory's recently departed, beloved Grandma Helen come back to Christmas Falls, Indiana, in disguise and bring Memory and Dak together? Or will Memory's assumption that Dak is just a money-greedy real estate developer keep her from falling in love? If you enjoy sweet Christmas romances with heavenly themes, then you'll love Christmas Memory!

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I Absolutely Loved reading this book. it's one of the best stories I have read in a long time. The Author did an Amazing job. ...
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73 Chapters
Chapter One
December, 2009 Christmas music blared from the speakers strategically placed around the ice skating rink. No matter where one was skating--or in Memory Wilson’s case—falling, the festive sounds serenaded the perfect pirouette—or wipe out, as the case may be. Though her friends had been patient and tried to teach her, Memory was sure she’d just never get the hang of it. She’d come to the mall to buy a few last minute presents, not bust her behind on the ice, so she decided to watch from a nearby bench as Kathryn Rodgers and Rebekkah Stephens had fun whizzing past like naturals. Despite the ache in her hip, Memory laughed as they twirled each other around like ballerinas. Twisting her fingers through her long blonde hair, she decided watching wasn’t so bad, and it was a lot less painful.Mariah Carey’s voice filled the rink, with many an aspiring singer joining in. Memory
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Chapter Two
January 31, 2019 “Be careful on that ladder,” Memory said, staring up at her older sister Kirsten as she took another step higher toward the top of the Christmas tree.“You mean like this?” Kirsten asked, leaning backward at a precarious angle and waving one arm around, though the other still gripped a rung.“That’s not funny!” Memory glared up at her, holding firm to the ladder to steady it.“Relax, sis. No one’s going to the hospital today.” Kirsten reached the top of the tree and carefully pulled the angel tree topper off, handing it down to Memory, who let go with one hand to take it.Memory studied the angel for a moment. This was her grandmother’s favorite piece. Every year, when the girls’ dad, Bryce, placed it on top of the tree, Grandma Helen would tell the story of how Grandpa J
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Chapter Three
December 2, 2019 Helen Graham rushed down the hall, sliding her feet along the polished white marble like she was a kid, even though she was far from it if she counted by earthly years. After almost eleven months in this place, she was beginning to get used to the Big Guy’s affinity for all things pure and gleaming, though in her own home on the other side of the park from the administrative office she was visiting, she preferred to have as many colors as possible—bold reds, vibrant blues, and a color she hadn’t even known existed until she’d come here—blueple. Joe preferred more muted tones, but he could have all the browns and dark greens he wanted in his man-cave, so long as he didn’t interfere with Helen’s bright living room and kitchen.Glancing down at her watch, she saw that she had two minutes. Punctuality had never been her strength in life, and it was something
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Chapter Four
Helen took a deep breath, glad to hear it, but the worries didn’t go away quite so easily. As a grandmother, it had been her primary responsibility to worry about her granddaughters for the better part of the last thirty years. “Did you say... watch them?”Stella’s eyes bulged briefly, and Helen watched her throat tighten and then stretch as if she were swallowing something large. “What’s that, now?”“You said you like to watch sometimes.” Helen glanced around the room. “How do you do that, exactly? Could we watch the meet-cute?”“Oh, that.” Stella shook her head quickly, shrugging at the same time. “I don’t actually.... We can’t.... The Big Guy frowns upon anyone other than higher administrative staff, such as myself, doing that. It’s safer that way, you see.”“Safer?” Helen asked.
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Chapter Five
After a few rings, she said, “Marjorie? Can I speak to Michael, please? Yes, I know this is the busy season, but it’s an emergency. Yes, I’ll hold.” Through the handset, Helen could hear a Muzak version of “Hark, the Herald Angels Sing” and thought it most appropriate.It took a long time for Michael to pick up. When he did, he sounded angry. “Yes, sir, I know,” Stella said. “It was an accident. No, I know this is your busy time of year. No, I’m not trying to mess everything up. Yes, sir. I know. I realize you have no Fixers available. Yes, I know this one is one that really needs fixing. What if... what if Helen goes?”She was quiet for a moment, and Helen couldn’t hear Michael either until he distinctly asked, “Who’s that? I don’t have a Fixer named Helen.”“No, sir, you don’t. She’s... she’s the wo
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Chapter Six
Memory walked out of the corner coffee shop, sipping her latte, her grandmother’s journal tucked under her arm. The snow beneath her feet crunched, which was better than the slush it would become once the sun was overhead. Her phone dinged, so rather than heading straight for the shop a few doors down, she took a seat on a bench and pulled the device out of her pocket, hopeful it was confirmation that the store she’d been talking to in Indianapolis had decided to place that order for the candy cane ornaments they’d been chatting about for the last few weeks.The bench was snow free, so she set the book down next to her and pulled her glove off with her teeth, shoving it into her pocket so she could open the email. Scanning over it quickly, she saw that it was good news. “Thank goodness,” she muttered, looking up at the heavens. Normally, she’d say something to Grandma Helen in this situation, promising her she wasn&rsq
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Chapter Seven
The bell at the front of the store announced she had a customer. “I’ll be right there!” she shouted, hoping her voice sounded pleasant and not irritated at being interrupted. Slipping the red apron she always wore over her festive red and green sweater and jeans, she pulled her blonde hair out from the neck strap and checked the mirror to make sure it wasn’t sticking up. Satisfied that she looked all right, she tied the apron around her waist and headed out of the stock room, making sure the door clicked locked behind her, and then on through the swinging door to the shop.“Can’t a guy get any service around here?” her dad, Bryce, joked, standing at the front counter.“Dad... what are you doing here? I just left home twenty minutes ago. Did you miss me already?” Memory teased, stopping in front of him.“No, you forgot your lunch.” He handed her the purpl
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Chapter Eight
Appearing out of thin air was a sensation that was going to take a little getting used to. Luckily for Helen, no one was around when she suddenly came to find herself standing around the corner from the town square. She looked down at the bright red coat she was wearing, along with black slacks and very practical, yet stylish, black boots with faux fur trim around the top and thought Stella had done a nice job. With a large, but not gaudy, gold and black handbag slung over her arm, Helen took a deep breath and headed for the shop.She’d only gone a few steps when she caught her own reflection in the window of the empty store next to her destination. “Oh, my!” she gasped, looking herself over. She certainly looked different! Her hair was short and curly—and a fiery red! She ran her hand along the bottom of each side, giving it a little poof. Several inches taller than she was used to being, even without the boots, Helen dared to sa
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Chapter Nine
“Hello, dear,” Helen said, addressing her granddaughter for the first time in a long time. “How are you today?”“I’m good,” Memory applied, turning to the only remaining customer and giving her a bright smile. “How are you?”Helen almost said the same thing she would’ve said when she was alive but caught herself. “I’m fair,” she said—not fair to middlin’—don’t say that. “This is a lovely shop you have here.”“Oh, thank you. Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?”“No, no. I just love the holidays. I’m in town for a few weeks, until Christmas, and thought I’d stop by and see what sort of décor I might add to my room at the inn, that’s all.” It sounded rehearsed because she’d been practicing it while she waite
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Chapter Ten
Helen took the opportunity to go back over everything she’d told her granddaughter so far. Stella was right—she’d done quite a bit of elaborating--and it might be difficult to remember all of the details. She realized Memory hadn’t asked her where she was visiting from, so she decided to tell her St. Charles, Illinois, if she asked since it also had a reputation as a town where the people loved Christmas, and she’d mentioned owning a Christmas shop. Helen thought she had everything sorted out so that by the time the customers left, she was ready to launch phase two of her plan—if she could call introducing herself and blundering through a conversation phase one. So far, she hadn’t done anything to help Memory have a meet-cute with Dakota. In fact, Helen hadn’t even met Dakota yet. She’d have to be patient.“You know, dear, I’ve noticed you don’t have much of a staff,” Helen sai
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