Discovered in a Christmas Card - 25th December - Happy Christmas!

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Merry Christmas, from Discovered in a Christmas Card!

There are a few envelopes to open today, if anyone's out there and fancies a peaceful minute or two, and if anyone would like to share the lads here at the comm today by making a post (old or new creations, the surprise card you rediscovered at the bottom of the decorations box this year, the one you never quite managed to send last year, anything Pros!), then you're more than welcome to.

Hope everyone out there has a lovely day - and that the lads are somewhere in the back of your mind, enjoying themselves too. *g*

Discovered in a Christmas Card - 25th December - Mistletoe Mayhem by Mizelle

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Today's first post is another story from Mizelle... *g*

Mistletoe Mayhem
A Professionals Ficlet by Mizelle
December, 2016
Bodie snuggled luxuriously deeper into the embrace of the armchair he was currently occupying. He had the rest room, and the weak beam of winter sunlight that made its way through the windowpane, to himself. Sipping a cuppa, he was a contented man. In twenty minutes, give or take, he and Ray would be off duty for a whole five days, not even needing to be on call. And, best of all, it was Christmas Eve. They were planning to head over to Doyle’s flat for a comforting meal of hot roast beef sarnies washed down with mulled cider, and he knew there were mince pies for afters.

( If he played his cards right... )

Discovered in a Christmas Card - 25th December - The Meaning of Christmas by Melanie Athene

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Today's second offering is from Melanie Athene - thank you for sharing this with us!

The Meaning of Christmas
by Melanie Athene

What does Christmas mean to you?
Stacks of presents beneath a picture-perfect tree,
Peace on Earth, good will to men,
Fairy lights, Yule logs and carolling?

For me, it’s an obbo sitting in an icy car,
Tepid and bitter coffee my only feast.
It’s leaving that dubious shelter
To pursue some dirty, rotten bastard.

It’s pounding footsteps down dark alleyways,
And leaping like a reindeer from roof to roof.
The bark of gunfire is my Christmas cracker,
Blood blossoming like poinsettias in the snow.

It’s the horrid, hollow fear that fills me
When I see my partner drop.
It’s the joy that wells within my breast
When I see him rise again.

It’s rolling into bed long after midnight,
Tumbling into his waiting arms,
Falling into all the things that Christmas really means:
Laughter, comfort, love.
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( Trailer Information )

Discovered in a Christmas Card - 25th December - On My Honour by Slantedlight

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This is a wee story I wrote recently for franciskerst - I hope she received it safely, and won't mind me sharing it now with other people!

On My Honour
by Slantedlight

post-Need to Know
Night came late in July, but it was well and truly dark by the time Cowley had finished his paperwork on Manton and found his way home. He closed the door to his flat, set the security locks, and suddenly, wearily, found himself leaning back against it, briefcase still held in one hand, as if to keep the world barricaded outside. The hallway in front of him stretched off into shadows, lit only by the streetlight that poured its dim glow through the half moon of the windowpane above the door, blurred and softened by the patterned glass. He reached out his free hand and flicked on the hall light.

( That was better. )

Discovered in a Christmas card - 25th December

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The lads are having fun in a nacelle in my fathers Christmas tree (I did't have one this year, but he don't mind them hanging there)






Thank you very much to firlefanzine for this little gondola.

Discovered in a Christmas Card - 25th December - A Quiet Night in on Christmas Eve by Slantedlight

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It doesn't rain but it pours - one more fic from me on Christmas day (again, this has been seen in a different format by a few people *g*)

A Quiet Night in on Christmas Eve
by Slantedlight

The sky was leaden grey, the wind cold and sharp as a whip, promising nothing so prosaic as rain. Hail and possible sleet, Bill Kettley had said, and there seemed no reason to doubt him. Doyle opened the door to the safehouse with fingers already raw from too long outside, and let it close behind him with a snick. He paused by the radiator in the hallway, central heating blistering blissfully through it, dropping his carrier bags to the floor.

( That you? )