Lily Drake is our vampire queen. She's recently married and facing her first Christmas in her new home with her husband and his vampire family. You would think that life would be easier but... well.. let's have her share!
The Chapman Mansion during the holidays is a place like no other. Imagine a giant gray stone house with green wreaths and huge red velvet bows hanging from every entrance and window. Twinkle lights wrap every tree and shrub. The aroma of cinnamon and sugar waft from the kitchen as fresh baked cookies and goodies emerge from the ovens. Mistletoe hangs from strategic locations and holiday music fills the air. Sounds lovely, doesn’t it?
Yet, here is the reality. Every time I pass by the kitchen I get a cookie shoved into my mouth by Rose. “Do you like this one better than the last?” She questions. No, not questions. Interrogates. My son, Keaton, put her in charge of the treats he is signed up to provide for his school Christmas party and she is taking the job entirely too seriously. Mathias blinds me with constant camera flashes, because apparently “this is our first Christmas at the mansion and we will want to make these memories last.” Val’s idea of helping me relieve stress is by jumping out of various hiding spots around the house and helping me practice sneak attacks. I’ve given him two shiners and busted his lip already. Thank goodness he heals almost immediately. Or not. I almost wish he’d have to wear one of those shiners for a few days and maybe he’d be reminded that I’ve said at least a dozen times that I don’t enjoy him jumping out at me! And, my not-so-friendly ghost, Elizabeth, always decides to pop in at the most inopportune moments. For example, the last time Val jumped out at me and I busted his lip. For a good half hour I had to endure a lecture from her on acting ladylike and proper etiquette. Right now Keaton is loudly playing drums to the songs for the Christmas program at school, and although I am so proud of my very talented son, the incessant drumming is pushing some homicidal urges to the surface. The next time Val jumps out at me, or Rose shoves a cookie in my mouth or Mathias blinds me, it’s entirely possible I may snap. I love my family. I love my life, but let me be the first to tell you - a vampire Christmas is no less stressful than a human one.
~~ Love Lily