Grant, here. I’ve been asked about how I spend the holidays. Well, I suppose I don’t spend it like most folks. When you are a wanted man the world over by both the good and bad guys, there is no going home for the holidays. Such is the life of a criminal.
Growing up in the shadow of Houston, Texas, where people owned horses and wooded lots, I had the ideal Christmases. It was the same every year—racing and shoving my brother to the living room, counting presents under my Mom’s artificial flocked tree decorated with homemade ornaments and colorful bells; breakfasts of egg taquitos, biscuits smothered in apricot jam, hash browns with bell peppers, bacon, lots if bacon, and orange cinnamon rolls; Dad adding yet another shot of alcohol to his coffee; and the cat throwing up tinsel...again. After gifts, we’d gas up the ATVs and ride through the winding trails behind our house or shoot skeet for hours until the turkey feast. When I got old enough to chase tail, I’d spend Christmas Eve making out with some ripe young thing in the cab of my pick-up while the bonfire outside blazed.
Those were good times long past. Good for memories. That’s all they’ll ever be now.
It's all good. Nothing compares to spending the holidays with Reilly. Every Christmas is spent in a new place. Out of necessity, mostly. Maybe it’s the spirit of the holiday or maybe it’s being on the run, but there’s something different, enchanting, or some shit, in every little detail about Reilly at Christmastime. The glistening snow in her auburn hair as we stroll the Paris streets, her musical laughter as we recite scenes from A Christmas Story over duck in a Tokyo restaurant, the feel of her waist as we dance under the colorful lights strung across a sailboat’s yardarms off the coast of St. Croix, damn that woman brings about the nostalgia and romance. Huh...me, romantic...
Then there were those two years without her, those two years we were apart, it was a dark place. I won’t admit it again if asked, and I’ll deny it, but I was...fuck, lost and lonely. It was worse than my tours of duty in Afghanistan.
This year, now that I have her back, I’m going to do something special. Like me, she can never go home. It pains me. It's my fault. Maybe one day we’ll be able to stop running, but for now, we’re in Morocco, casing our next heist. I’ve rented a secluded chalet near the coast. Though I can’t give her a traditional Christmas, I’m going to surprise her with a tree on the beach and a box of ornaments. We’ll trim the tree, drink champagne, and toast to the stars. And then I will unwrap Reilly like an eager boy ripping open a new set of Hot Wheels. Hell, yeah! I’m gonna secure my place on the naughty list.
Tell me about your holiday traditions. Or just give me a shout-out. Harlowe will be giving away to one lucky person who comments a digital copy of KITTY KITTY, BANG BANG featuring me and a $10 iTunes gift card. And if you visit some of her friends during this Holiday Hunk blog hop and leave a comment, you’ll be entered into a drawing to win a $50 grand prize. Check more out about it at Nice Girls Writing Naughty.
Update: Martha Hawkins was randomly drawn by the Winner-O-Matic. Congrats Martha!
Grant's Christmas Past and Present
12/12/2014 08:11:57 am
My Christmas tradition is to Make stockings for all the family filled with all kinds of little trinkets, junk, candy, fruit and a gift card. For the adults, I make the gift card holders out of left over Christmas wrapping paper. Each year the GC’s are themed. This year the theme is food. I put the cards in the holders and just drop one in each stocking. I never know who will get what gift card. What makes it fun is that when they open their GC, they can trade with someone else if they don't want the one they got and they all seem to love trading. :)
12/12/2014 03:49:13 pm
One of my Christmas traditions is a big party at my house for all my friends and family. Everyone I haven't had a chance to see all year, from near and far. We all bring a dish to pass, and I make a big pot of meatballs and sauce and we all just spend some time together. I usually try to have small presents for all the kids that are now part of our lives and fun activities to keep them entertained :)
12/14/2014 01:07:27 am
My Christmas tradition is buying granddaughters a new Christmas ornament every yesr.
12/14/2014 01:39:37 pm
I like that Grant is going to do something special for Reilly for Christmas, even if they can't go home.
My father decorates his tree with all his grandkids. He really enjoys the tradition. Two Christmases in one day, Tina? I'm guessing both your families love close by. Spanish lover and I have to separate our time between our families. They are all day events for us. we usually spend the Saturday before Christmas with his family and Christmas day with mine. Not enough hours in the day for us to do both.
12/18/2014 05:48:06 am
I am very lucky. They only live about 30 minutes apart. :)
12/14/2014 04:41:15 pm
Hi! Great post! I love holiday traditions! My family always sets up the tree together. And on christmas, my family gets in the kitchen and cooks dinner together, while singing very off key to christmas music. lol We play games, and we watch movies. Every year, we do a new theme. Last year was superheros! lol We have fun! Were quirky, but fun! :) Thank you! Happy holidays!
12/20/2014 01:33:02 pm
I love a real old-fashioned Christmas. The guys go and get a tree from our property, and my daughter and I bake Christmas cookies.
I like 'em old-fashioned, too, Piroska. When I was young, my dad had once gone to the back of our property and across the creek to the woods on the other side to get a tree. Problem was getting that tree on *our* side of the creek. Hoo boy! That never happened again. ;-)
12/22/2014 03:06:52 pm
Did I miss the winners? Congrats to whoever it was! Hope everyone has a great holiday.
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