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Chapters (39)
  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  5. Forty-Two Days till Christmas
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. Chapter Twenty-Six
  32. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  34. January 5
  35. Christmas Day Playlist for Christine P. Bacon
  36. Acknowledgments
  37. About the Author
  38. Back Cover

Woody. Hmm. What to say here. A friend. Who lives opposite. (And no pressure, but if you spot any girlfriend-looking people going into his house, maybe you could let me know? Although to be clear, I’m not a stalker. And don’t tell the others I’ve put him on this list.)

Other stuff.

I have secret Colin snacks in my bedside table and the Wi-Fi network is HOLLYISINAMERICA. I changed it. I like to keep the neighbours updated.

Wonder if she meant the neighbor she absolutely wasn’t stalking.

Password is H0llyIsN0tAsTallAsNa0miButAMuchBetterPers0n.

Help yourself to anything you find in my room (especially Christmas jumpers—I left some I thought you might like). And have the best time!

Talking of which—and I’m sure you’re fully planned up with #FestiveFifteen (which you will totally WIN, btw), but I thought I’d do my bit—here’s my Elle’s Ultimate Cross-the-Atlantic Christmas Checklist for you! (Ignore if it’s cringe!!!!)

Not cringe at all. Actually really thoughtful. And it could be exactly what I needed—insider intel from a Christmas expert.

A London day out—don’t miss the Christmas tree in Trafalgar Square, lights on Regent Street, South Bank, and the big Christmassy fountains round the back of King’s Cross. Walking along the river is the best. Although it’s freezing. LAYERS ARE KEY. The Tube is BOILING. The outside is FREEZING. There is no middle.

See Ruby in the pantomime. It’s behind you! Oh no, it isn’t! (Oh yes, it is actually—it’s just right out the front door and right again.)

A pant-o-what?

Pull a Christmas Cracker.

Okay, so I’d seen these on the TV. Apparently you pull them and get a paper crown. Sounds cool. Into it.

Not a real Christmas Cracker (although that’s also a must!) but Holly’s “Christmas Cracker” is a thing I do every year. Basically, surprise someone with something Christmassy. No pressure, but it’s normally loads of fun, so thought you might want to.

Little Marsh-mas—DON’T LAUGH—it’s a big party thing. The whole village comes out (all eighty of them, hahahah) and there are stalls and stuff. Keep an eye/ear out for CAROL. Fred can help. He LIVES for this.

Eat all the foods. Have you tried mince pies? Not my absolute faves, but they’re a British Christmas necessity! That Little Cafe does the best ones.

Meat and raisins? Sounds gross. But could be good for the likes.

OK, I started writing this last one and then thought, NO. You don’t just want to hear from me! So—just an idea—maybe you could do a post and get other people to suggest this last one?!