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The Perfect Christmas: The Perfect Christmas / Can This Be Christmas?
Debbie Macomber
What would make your Christmas perfect? For Cassie Beaumont, it's meeting her perfect match. Cassie, at thirty-three, wants a husband and kids, and so far nothing's worked. Not blind dates, not the internet and certainly not leaving love to chance.What other options are there? Well…she could hire a professional matchmaker. Simon Dodson has quite a reputation, but he's very choosy about the clients he takes on—and very expensive. Cassie considers him a difficult, acerbic know-it-all, and she's astonished when he accepts her as a client.Claiming he has her perfect mate in mind, Simon assigns her three tasks to complete before she meets this paragon. Three tasks that are all about Christmas: being a charity bell-ringer, dressing up as Santa's elf at a mall and preparing a traditional turkey dinner for her neighbors (most of whom she happens to dislike). Despite a number of comical mishaps, Cassie does it all—and then she's finally ready to meet her match.But just like the perfect Christmas gift, he turns out to be a wonderful surprise!
Praise for Debbie Macomber’s Christmas Stories (#u15850430-1e81-5cd9-a0c0-2e61c8bbeff0)
“With The Perfect Christmas, Macomber has spun Christmas gold… The author’s charming style comes through with every turn of the page, leading readers through a variety of emotions—so keep a box of tissues at hand! Definitely one for the keeper shelf, highly recommended!”
—The Romance Readers Connection
“Call Me Mrs. Miracle is an entertaining holiday story that surely will touch the heart… Best of all, readers will rediscover the magic of Christmas.”
—Bookreporter.com
“With a wink and a wish, there’s always magic whenever Mrs. Miracle shows up, along with some good old-fashioned romance! Don’t miss this special Christmas book!”
—Romance Reviews Today on Call Me Mrs. Miracle
“Familiar townspeople, three impulsive brothers on the hunt, and a pair of appealing protagonists bring to life this sweet, humorous romance that, with its many obvious parallels, is a satisfying, almost tongue-in-cheek retelling of the Christmas story.”
—Library Journal on A Cedar Cove Christmas
“A lighthearted, decidedly modern retelling of the Christmas story, this is vintage Macomber. Its charm and humor are balanced by the emotional impact of heroine Mary Jo’s situation, and many readers will find it irresistible.”
—RT Book Reviews on A Cedar Cove Christmas
“Macomber’s latest charming contemporary Christmas romance is a sweetly satisfying, gently humorous story that celebrates the joy and love of the holiday season.”
—Booklist on Christmas Letters
“Macomber’s take on A Christmas Carol…adds up to another tale of romance in the lives of ordinary people, with a message that life is like a fruitcake: full of unexpected delights.”
—Publishers Weekly on There’s Something About Christmas
“It’s just not Christmas without a Debbie Macomber story.”
—Armchair Interviews
The Perfect Christmas
Debbie Macomber
www.mirabooks.co.uk (http://www.mirabooks.co.uk)
To
Gary and Marsha Roche
And
In Memory of Bob Mullen With thanks for sharing their love of Civil War history With Wayne and me
October 2011
Dear Friends,
I believe many of us dream—or dreamed!—about hosting the perfect Christmas. It took me most of my adult life to realize that “perfect” and “Christmas” are two words that don’t really go together….
I remember the year the kids and I bought a huge Christmas tree, leaving my poor husband to fit it into a stand about seven times too small. That “perfect” Christmas tree ended up being tossed out the front door with a few choice words from Wayne.
Then there was the Christmas I spent the entire day in the kitchen cooking the perfect dinner for my young family. Just about everything that could go wrong did, including losing electricity in the middle of roasting the turkey. By the time dinner was ready, I was exhausted. Imagine my dismay when I realized all four kids were far more interested in playing with their new toys, and Wayne had been snacking all afternoon and wasn’t hungry. Let me just say—not our best Christmas.
Over the years we’ve refined our family traditions but the idea of the perfect Christmas lingers in my mind, so—as inevitably happens with writers—I decided to create a story based on that elusive goal. This book was first published in hardcover in 2009; you’ll see that I’ve provided a new epilogue, which gives you a brief update on the characters and their lives. I’ve also included additional bonus material, such as a few recipes from my brand-new Christmas cookbook and a knitting pattern. And you’ll also find one of my first Christmas stories—still a favorite of mine— Can This Be Christmas?
I’d love to hear from you—whether it’s just to say hello, to tell me what you think of the story or to describe your own “perfect” (or not so perfect!) Christmas. You can reach me at P.O. Box 1458, Port Orchard, WA 98366, or through my website, www.DebbieMacomber.com.
Merry Christmas!
Contents
Cover (#u0c918b2d-9ff5-5a53-b5fb-4af0a0d42898)
Praise
Title Page (#u59fc45e3-9fb9-5be1-98c6-ef43735e10c0)
Dedication (#u97ad5eec-5e88-5152-b69e-7eef4afc1944)
Letter to Reader (#u3c82c8ff-a10a-51cd-8307-d8d3ec79fa8d)
Chapter 1 (#u5af18cfd-a962-542a-8bc7-8128a9b2567c)
Chapter 2 (#u4de4868c-6d38-546f-8b53-af3f9f2a16eb)
Chapter 3 (#u83ccc85b-1f8f-51cb-a4e1-480d23c98c54)
Chapter 4 (#u060acc5e-4849-5be8-b734-65d8aae53a25)
Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Cassie’s Ideas for the Perfect Christmas Party (#litres_trial_promo)
Infant Santa Hat (#litres_trial_promo)
Christmas Eve Eggnog (#litres_trial_promo)
Crock-Pot Chicken Chili (#litres_trial_promo)
Five-Minute Cranberry Walnut Cobbler (#litres_trial_promo)
Ice Krispie Snowmen (#litres_trial_promo)
Many Bean Soup Mix (#litres_trial_promo)
Cream Scones with Dried Figs and Cherries (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 1 (#u15850430-1e81-5cd9-a0c0-2e61c8bbeff0)
“Who mails out Christmas cards before Thanksgiving?” Cassie Beaumont lamented to her best friend.
Angie Barber looked up from her microscope and seemed to take an extra moment to consider what Cassie had just said. “You got a Christmas card? Already?”
Cassie wheeled her chair back to her station. “Can you believe it?”
“Who from?”
“An old college friend. You wouldn’t know her.” Cassie shrugged. “Jill married Tom two weeks after we graduated.”
“They have children?”
Cassie caught the wisp of longing in Angie’s voice and answered with a nod. “Two, a boy and a girl, and of course they’re adorable.”
“Of course,” Angie echoed.
The Christmas card photo showed the four of them in matching outfits of green and red. The mother and daughter wore full-length green dresses with red-and-green plaid skirts. Father and son had on three-piece suits with vests in the same fabric as the dress skirts. It was too adorable for words.
“There was a letter, as well.”
“Everything in their lives is perfect, right?” Angie asked.
“Perfect in every way,” Cassie grumbled. The unfairness of it all was too much. Jill, who worked as a financial planner, held down a forty-hour-a-week job, kept a meticulous house and still managed to be a terrific wife and mother. Despite all the demands on her time, she’d mailed out her Christmas cards a full month in advance.
“Is there a reason the perfect Jill sent her Christmas cards so soon?” Angie asked.
“Jill and Tom just moved into a new home and wanted to update family and friends with their address change. Oh, and there was a photo of the house and it was—”
“Perfect,” Angie finished for her.
“Perfect doesn’t begin to describe it.”
Angie watched her closely. “Do I detect a slight note of envy?” she asked.
“Slight envy? Me?” Cassie asked, exaggerating the words. “Heavens, no. What you’re hearing is a full-blown case of jealousy. The green-eyed monster is alive and well.” Cassie rolled her chair to the end of a counter filled with an assortment of microscopes, test tubes, slides and other equipment, then stood, hands propped on her hips. “Do you realize how long it’s been since I’ve been on a real date?”
“You went out with Greg last week,” Angie reminded her.
“Greg isn’t a man,” Cassie blurted out. “I mean, he is, but not in the sense of someone I’m interested in,” she said. “Greg’s…completely unsuitable as marriage material.” She didn’t need to explain that, at thirty-four, the ticking of her biological clock got louder by the year.
Angie sighed. “I agree.”
He was eligible in practically every way but he happened to be divorced and in love with his ex-wife. Unfortunately, he hadn’t figured that out yet. The entire date, if it could even be called a date, was spent rehashing the tragedy of his divorce. He went on and on about how much he missed his three kids—and his ex-wife, if the number of times he mentioned her name was any indication. The night had been sheer drudgery for Cassie. It was her first and last date with Greg.
“The problem is, we don’t meet many guys here at work,” Angie said. Cassie was well aware of that. Since they were holed up in a lab eight to ten hours a day, working as biochemists for a plastics company, the opportunities to socialize outside the job were limited.
“What really hit home,” Cassie said, “after receiving that Christmas card, is how badly I want a family of my own.”
“I know.” The longing was back in Angie’s voice, too.
“I don’t understand why it’s so hard to meet men. I’m reasonably attractive, right?”
Angie nodded enthusiastically. “Yes.”
“Thirty-four isn’t so old, is it?”
“Not really.”
Cassie shook her head and wondered why she was still single. She wanted to be married, and she liked to think she had the full package—five-five, dark hair, dark eyes. She was attractive, as Angie had confirmed, and she was smart, with a successful career, an engaging personality (if she did say so herself) and plenty of friends. “I blame my mother for this.”
“Your mother?”
“I blame my father, too, even if he didn’t stick around all that long.”
