Pamela Tracy - Once Upon a Christmas

I’m strong. I can do this. I will do this.

Maggie managed to buy the tickets with minimal words and—her legs still feeling weak—backed away from the table and just stood in the middle of the crowd looking at the walls.

I’m strong. I can do this. I will do this.

The walls behind the ticket sellers were awash with Christmas drawings made by the kids. Santas of varying sizes, some even skinny, tumbled across the walls. Snowmen chased them. Snowflakes, some resembling pumpkins, came in amazing colors.

Cassidy didn’t have an offering on the wall as Maggie didn’t let her attend church.

Maggie left the fellowship hall. She needed something to chase away the memories of the past. She needed away from all the “Merry Christmases.” It was somewhat calmer in the hallway. The Bible classroom doors were shut, but the area teemed with people and, yes, their minds were on Christmas.

Tables were set up, and a craft business seemed to be thriving. Joel could wait a little longer for the tickets. And, she knew if she wasn’t there when he finished the round, he’d just take the kids again.

Low on funds, Maggie bypassed the spiral-bound cookbooks that were for sale next to a display of beaded jewelry and went straight to some knitters and crocheters who might consider selling their goods on consignment in her shop. What she really wanted was crocheted soda can hats, but she’d make the request after seeing which of the crafters wanted to work with her.

While the ticket takers on the inside were collecting money for needy families, the crafters were all about collecting money for the church camp. They were thrilled at having another avenue to make money.

There was also a husband and wife team selling photo identification badges for kids. He was flanked by an artist and a clockmaker. If she’d had some spare cash, she’d buy a few presents.

Maybe next year they’d let her set up an area and sell vintage clothes. She could do a great business in the kids department.

That did it. Just a few thoughts about work and next year. Some of Maggie’s anxiety ebbed. Enough so that when Cassidy came barreling around the corner shouting, “I couldn’t find you!” Maggie was able to pick up her daughter and swing her saying, “I’ll never wander far. You’ll always be able to find me.”

Cassidy didn’t know how true those words were. She also wasn’t willing to slow down to look at such grown-up temptations as jewelry and identification tags.

“How did you get away from Joel?” Maggie asked.

“We went around three times and then Joel said for Caleb’s big brother to bring me to you,” Cassidy explained. “There were lots of kids in line. We weren’t being fair.”

The sound of laughter and the smell of food wafting from the fellowship hall were a magnet. Cassidy pulled Maggie through the door and into the room crowded with people both eating and playing games.

Maggie wasn’t a bit hungry.

Neither apparently was Cassidy, except for wanting a bag of popcorn which she didn’t get.

In the back of the fellowship hall there was a coloring table, a face-painting table manned by Beth, and a fishing game. Cassidy looked, paused, and passed by saying, “Maybe I’ll get my face painted, later.”

Outside, the cold slapped at Maggie’s face. Cassidy zoomed to the maze and latched on to the McCreedy boys, to both Ryan and Caleb’s joy and Matt’s consternation. After one turn making their way through the labyrinth, Maggie knew why. Ryan was overjoyed because he surrendered Matt and Caleb into Maggie’s supervision. He disappeared with his friends toward an impromptu football game played with bigger boys and a few fathers.

Caleb was overjoyed because he just plain liked girls, Cassidy especially.

“Nothing makes Matt happy,” Cassidy confided after their third time going through the maze.

“I want to go help Beth,” Matt said.

Maggie looked in through one of the windows. Beth had a line ten kids deep. “Beth’s busy at the face-painting booth,” Maggie said. “We’ll see if the line dies down soon, and then you can go help her.”

An hour later, Cassidy and the boys were out of tickets and Maggie was guiding them back to the fellowship hall and the food line. Matt and Caleb ran ahead, Cassidy on their heels. Maggie wasn’t quite as fast. But, the closer she got, the slower her feet became.

Once again, Jared had a towel in his hand and was cleaning up a mess. Only this time it wasn’t pancake batter. It was ketchup.

She didn’t have time to look away before he glanced up and caught her staring.

She could only hope he realized that she was fixated on the ketchup spill and not him.

* * *

Too bad hot dogs were a staple at Solitaire Farm because after tonight, Jared wasn’t sure he could stomach the smell ever again. This wasn’t his first time helping with the church’s Christmas party, but it was his first time without Mandy. The last few Christmases had been hard.

Jared’s helpers were ambitious and laughed a lot, but they really weren’t much help. They got sidetracked on conversations, mostly football scores or whose house had been broken into recently—seemed there’d been quite a few thefts. They took too long taking orders, because every customer was a friend. They forgot where stuff was stored, even though most had attended the Main Street Church for decades and this wasn’t their first time in the kitchen. And, most of all, they were clumsy.

Even worse, when they spilled things, they were more likely than not to leave the spill where it was than to clean it up.

Jared had just sent home Sophia Totwell. She had claimed a hurt ankle; he figured she was as tired of the hot dog smell as he was. Plus, she’d seen her husband and two kids wandering around, looking lost.

“I wish you’d talk to him,” Sophie said to Jared as she untied her apron. “You’ve been farming a long time. Give him some advice on how to make money as well as spend it.”

Kyle Totwell didn’t want to hear what Jared had to say. He’d moved onto a broken-down farm, purchased way too many cows for his ability and finances, and was now suffering.

“Dad, can I have a hot dog?” Caleb skidded under the table, managing to rearrange the tablecloth and knock a handful of napkins to the ground. Matt picked them up and stayed on the correct side of the food counter.

“One hot dog, no bun, coming up,” Jared said. He nudged Caleb around the table to stand next to Matt. He just knew his voice dripped with patience. Surely Maggie would notice how in control he was. “You want one, too?” he asked Matt.

“Yes.”

“And you?” he asked Cassidy.

“I don’t like buns, either.”

Maggie came to the edge of the table, guiding Cassidy away from the tablecloth and smiling at Jared as if this morning hadn’t happened.

“Thanks for what you did earlier, and thanks for taking my boys around,” he said.

“They were no problem. We had fun.”

He’d noticed. Maybe that’s why he’d been so attuned to the ambitious, laughing lot in his food court. He’d been wishing he was with Maggie and the kids.

“I’m sorry I left the coffee shop so abruptly this morn—” he started.

“Nothing to apologize for,” she finished. “Some topics are harder than others.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Matt wanted to know.

“Grown-up talk.” Jared quickly made four plates, two with just hot dogs and two with buns, potato chips and a homemade chocolate chip cookie.

“I want a choc—” Cassidy and Caleb chimed in unison.

“Only after you eat the hot dog,” Maggie said. “And then only half.”

“Dad, you always give me a chocolate chip cookie,” Caleb complained.

“Now might be a good time to change.”

Little adult that he was, Matt had already made his way to a table and was eating his hot dog, sans ketchup—before touching anything on his plate. He did not look overjoyed when Cassidy and Caleb joined him. He did, however, astutely move his plate so his cookie was out of his little brother’s reach.

“How many times did they go through the maze?” Jared asked.

“I stopped counting at seven.”

Jared’s next words came out before he had time to think. “You have more patience than I do.” Immediately, he wanted them back. Her smile slipped a little, just enough so he knew she was thinking about this morning.

She, indeed, did have patience because instead of pointing out the obvious, she simply said, “I’d better go see what the kids are doing and make sure they eat.”

He watched her walk away, her hips sashaying in such a way that Jared wondered how such an old-fashioned red dress could look so appealing.

Maybe because it wasn’t the dress.

Chapter Five

It was nine and the game lines still boasted one or two kids. Cassidy leaned back in the chair, and let Beth Armstrong’s paintbrush create an image on her cheek that would soon become red cowboy boots.

Beth had more paint on her than most of the kids, and she looked ready to drop.

“I take it the Christmas party’s a success?” Maggie stood slightly to the side, gently swaying with Caleb on her hip, and watched as Beth created her masterpiece.

“It always is. This year seemed really good. I heard one of the women say we raised almost five hundred dollars. There was never a moment the face-painting booth didn’t have a kid.”

“Me, either,” Maggie agreed. “There was never a time I didn’t have a kid.” She switched Caleb from her left arm to her right. Good thing he was a small fellow or her arms would be more on fire than they already were.

“He’s sure taken to you,” Beth observed.

“This morning we had a whole conversation in the car about his dad not having a girl. Caleb seemed to think they needed one.”

Cassidy giggled.

“Now, you’re going to have one boot bigger than the other. Don’t move,” Beth scolded Cassidy before turning to Maggie. “I heard all about you taking a ride in Jared’s truck. Caleb is a natural reporter. You’d think the ride went on for days. Then, too, there was something about pancake batter.”

“Yes,” Maggie admitted, “this morning was not my finest hour by any means. A good-looking guy stops by my place and winds up doing kitchen duty because Cassidy spilled a bowl full of pancake batter.”

“On accident,” Cassidy asserted.

“Then, Jared takes me out for coffee, so we can talk, and I find out he doesn’t drink coffee—serious flaw, by the way—and then he gets the call about some hay emergency at church so he doesn’t even get to finish the coffee that he didn’t like.”

“I’m glad he took my advice. Jared really needed to talk to you. He probably figures suffering through a cup of coffee a small price to pay.”

“We didn’t really get to talk.”

“Well, you must have connected somehow. Everyone in town’s going to be talking about how you chauffeured Matt and Caleb around.”

“My having them is more Ryan’s doing.” Maggie shifted, trying to get Caleb into a better grip. It had been a long time since she’d held a sleeping five-year-old. “We ran into them at the maze and he transferred the care and feeding of these small animals to me.”

“We’re not animals,” Cassidy protested. “I’m a cowboy—I mean cowgirl.”

“They’re animals,” Jared agreed, coming up from behind. “We’re closing down, and I get to take a break before cleanup. Anybody want a last-minute hot dog? We’re giving away the leftovers.” He didn’t look surprised when no one took him up on his offer.