Title: It’s Not Yule, It’s Me
Author: Michael P. Thomas
Genre: Gay Romance, Holiday themed, Comedy
Length: 15,700 words
Publisher: JMS Books
Shannon hates Christmas. Mostly because Christmas hates him. It sure seems like it, anyway: every crummy thing that’s happened to him since high school has befallen him at the Most Wonderful Time of the Year. Every humiliating break-up, every high-rise hotel fire—heck, a few years back, one guy he had the hots for up and died. Which goes a long way toward explaining why he’s a whimpering mess when he meets Ben the barista one Christmas morning at his neighborhood coffee house. It doesn’t completely excuse his using Ben’s T-shirt as a handkerchief—while Ben’s still in it—but Ben’s nothing if not a good sport. Ben’s such a bright spot that after a while Shannon wonders if maybe his Christmas Curse hasn’t been lifted. And what better place to test this theory than at Ben’s family festivities? It’s not like Christmas is actually cursed.
“I’m Shannon, by the way,” he eventually says. “Have we done that already?”“I don’t think so. Not officially, anyhow. I’m Ben.”“You don’t sound French.”“You should hear me arguing on the phone with my mom.”“I mean ‘Ben.’ Doesn’t sound like a very French name.”“Maybe not, but Benoît is more trouble than it’s worth.”“Ben-what?”“Exactly.”I was born in France, but raised in Colorado; I’ve only been to France a handful of times, none of them recent. My mother was born in this country and raised in Washington, DC, but by French parents. Her mother is ethnically Gujarati, but French by virtue of being from Réunion. We’re still parsing the extent of my French-ness when Seth rolls in, only fifteen minutes late.“Hiya, Benny-Boy” he warbles, planting a kiss on the top of my head as he swoops by; Seth enjoys flaunting his straight-but-not-narrow status. “What’s goin’ on?”“What you get is what you see,” I tell him.“Zis what Santa brought you?” He jerks his chin at Shannon, makes a show of sizing us up as a party of two. “You musta been a pretty good boy this year.”Shannon groans.“Ix-nay on the Anta-Say,” I scold Seth, although we’re all three laughing. I get up from the table and bus it clean by way of making preparations to call it a day.“Rough trip down the chimney, eh?” Seth says, waggling his eyebrows.“Pretty much the worst euphemism ever,” I assure him as I shrug into my jacket.He laughs, offers me a fist bump and a “Peace out,” both of which I return.“So …” I say to Shannon, sidling up to him. “I’m done here. You wanna get a drink or something?”“It’s like noon.”“Lunch, then?”“It’s Christmas Day.”“Dude, how hard are you gonna make me work for this? What, you never had Chinese food?”“It’s just, I’m supposed to go to my aunt and uncle’s … it’s not that I don’t want to … maybe another time?”I shrug. “You know where to find me.”
What a cute little Christmas story.
Surprisingly, given how short it was, there was a lot packed in to it.
Ben works at a local coffee house. He always volunteers his Christmas days so that everyone else can celebrate, as his family celebrates the night before.
While on his shift, he comes across a sullen stranger in the coffee shop who doesn't look quite so "festive". Their first encounter is one for the record books. The mysterious stranger ends up having an emotional meltdown on him and things get a little....snotty.
Fast forward another year and the mysterious stranger shows up again, same curse, different boyfriend.
Shannon, our mysterious stranger, has a Curse of the Christmas Boyfriends. His tales of traumatic breakups are kind of devastating, but actually kind of hilarious. Every Christmas since he was 15 has been nothing but heartbreak, until he takes a chance on Ben.
This may sound all very dramatic, but it was actually quite funny and just a pretty feel good story. I think Ben is awesome and Shannon, maybe a little Emo, but in a cute way. Just a fun read to get you in the Christmas mood.
About the author
Michael P. Thomas is a flight attendant whose writing is continually inspired by his work with the flying public, who flatly refuse to be boring. The author of three novel-length gay romances and a number of romantic and erotic shorts, he writes gay fiction because when he was coming out he sure was glad to have it to read. After misspending his youth in San Francisco, he now lives in his native Colorado with his husband.