Hello everyone!

I thought I would share a story I wrote a few years ago for the holidays, “Kris and Me.” I’ve always had a thing for the holiday season. One of the first things I ever wrote (kid you not) was a holiday movie screenplay. I still am pretty proud of it, but it has been collecting dust for years.

I still dream of seeing that movie on the big screen (or the small screen). Definitely better than a lot of TV movies that get produced for the holiday season each year. Seriously, Hallmark give me a call!

Okay… where was I?

Oh, yeah! A holiday short story!

Here is the beginning of the story, I hope you like it.

Kris and Me: A Christmas Story in 3 Parts

Part 1

Let’s get this out of the way first. Kris has always had a magnificent beard. Even as a freshmen, when the rest of us were dreaming for just the hint of a stubble, Kris had a full rich beard. Yes, the girls would giggle about it behind his back, but all of us boys were jealous, because we thought it made him look rugged and a little dangerous.

I once asked about his beard. “How can you stand it, Kris?”

“What do you mean?”

“Doesn’t it drive you a little crazy? Isn’t it scratchy? Don’t you want to shave?”

He merely shrugged in response to it. “I like who I am.”

Strangely, that response made me a little jealous too.

Mountain man was the best way to explain Kris’s look in those early days with his heavy and muddy boots, black pants, and thick red coat. He always dressed as if it was winter, even during the warmest days.

Kris and I were locker buddies. This was not out of friendship at first, but because our last names were close together, my name being Stewart Kristin. Only two people in my life has ever called me Stewie though. The first was my grandmother who I loved dearly, the second was Kris. The first time Kris did it, I blinked a little surprised.

“Is it okay?” he asked. He almost sounded nervous, noticing my reaction.

“It’s fine,” I said and for some reason it sounded good coming from him.

With the approval Kris laughed. Kris always had a deep, rich laugh that came right from his belly. And Kris would laugh a lot. I mean, seriously, alot. He laughed at every bad joke, and he told many; usually ones that were far too clean for a high schooler’s taste.

The only thing he would not laugh at was another’s misfortune. He was always the first to stop a bully or a fight, being there before even a teacher or vice-principal had a whiff of it. His stern and disappointed look would immediately cool the situation. No one wanted to be on Kris’s bad side… ever.

You can read the rest of the story here: https://sdsouthard.com/2014/12/11/kris-and-me-a-christmas-story-in-3-parts/