"The Stupidest Angel A Heartwarming Tale Of Christmas Terror" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moore Christopher)

permission, which almost ruins it) swiped the idea for chapter 16.



Author's Warning



If you're buying this book as a gift for your grandma or a kid, you should be

aware that it contains cusswords as well as tasteful depictions of cannibalism

and people in their forties having sex. Don't blame me. I told you.

Chapter 1



CHRISTMAS CREEPS



Christmas crept into Pine Cove like a creeping Christmas thing: dragging

garland, ribbon, and sleigh bells, oozing eggnog, reeking of pine, and

threatening festive doom like a cold sore under the mistletoe.



Pine Cove, her pseudo-Tudor architecture all tarted up in holiday quaintage

twinkle lights in all the trees along Cypress Street, fake snow blown into the

corner of every shop's windows, miniature Santas and giant candles hovering

illuminated beneath every streetlight opened to the droves of tourists from

Los Angeles, San Francisco, and the Central Valley searching for a truly

meaningful moment of Christmas commerce. Pine Cove, sleepy California coastal

village a toy town, really, with more art galleries than gas stations, more

wine-tasting rooms than hardware stores lay there, as inviting as a drunken

prom queen, as Christmas loomed, only five days away. Christmas was coming,

and with Christmas this year, would come the Child. Both were vast and