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My "Three Kings" of Christmas

Hey everyone! šŸ˜€

šŸŽ„ MERRY CHRISTMAS! šŸŽ„

I am SO excited to share my 2022 Christmas story with y'all this year. šŸ˜Š I've been working tirelessly on it since October and it has been a real joy. It - and the characters - are already holding a very special place in my heart. šŸ’—

There are a few "firsts" for me as a writer in this story so I hope that will add to the excitement of it all for you. šŸ˜Š Thank you for being here and thank you always for your support in my work. It means so much. šŸ˜˜

****PLEASE NOTE THAT I HAVE MOVED THIS STORY OVER TO MY BLOG WITH REVISIONS AND HAVE MADE IT TONS BETTER! šŸ˜€****
That's where you'll want to go to enjoy it fully!
Read it all HERE šŸ˜‰

However, if you still wanna stick around here and read it... 

**Since the migration of this thread to the brand new Sims 3 forums (July 2024) all the pictures to the story don't show up. šŸ˜¢ It will take me some time to remedy that and the goal is to have it done before the end of the year! (If anyone is still reading it on here by then... ) Thank you for your patience - if it's not done - and do enjoy. šŸ’œ**

And now, without further adieu, here is, "My 'Three Kings' of Christmas." 

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Introduction

Ok, so you all know the song. And youā€™re probably wondering who exactly are these ā€œthree kings?ā€

Well they arenā€™t the three wise men who brought gifts to the baby Jesus, of course, nor are they literal kings for that matter. But they may as well have been. Because they were the most handsome, lovely, heaven sent men to come out of the Orient and into my life that Christmas that I had ever laid eyes on! Yes, I said Orient. So shoot me! Because I'll have you know that I too come from the Orientā€¦and Iā€™m not ashamed to say it. Nor find silly offense in hearing someone say it. Itā€™s all good everyone. Life's too short to be getting offended by every little thing.

Anyway, my mom has always encouraged me to keep a journal; to preserve my life story. ā€œFor posterity's sake,ā€ she would say. ā€œThey will learn much from your life experiences and gain wisdom for their own.ā€ Wellā€¦I'm ashamed to admit that I havenā€™t always been the best at keeping a journal. We live in such a busy, fast paced world. Thereā€™s way too much we're ā€œsupposedā€ to do on a daily basis and honestly, journaling has always been at the bottom of that list for me.

However this storyā€¦a piece of my storyā€¦was too amazing and wonderful not to pen down and share for the generations to come.

Let me start off with a quick introduction about me.



My name is Malai Reataza. I come from a family of three children. I am the youngest, aged 28, and I am half Thai, half Filipino. Bet youā€™re wondering the story behind that. Wellā€¦my father, Sergio Reataza, was born and raised in Cebu City, Philippines. During his early adulthood, he accompanied his father on a business trip to Thailand. While at the airport, waiting for their flight home, his eyes caught hold upon ā€œthe most beautiful woman to ever grace planet earth,ā€ working at the flight desk. Long story short, he bravely approached the woman and they struck up a conversation - both having learned English in school thankfully - and clicked instantly. He learned that her name was Nin which he also thought was the most beautiful name in the world too.

When the plane arrived, both couldnā€™t leave without the thought of ever seeing each other again. The bond between them was too strong; clearly driven and directed by a higher power, they would say. So they exchanged addresses and kept in touch through letters for almost a whole year. They even called each other on rare occasions, because that was pretty expensive to do in those days. Eventually my father saved up enough money to fly, with a simple ring in his pocket, to Bangkok to ask Nin, my mother, to marry him. And the rest, as they say, is history. They immigrated to the United States when my mother was pregnant with my oldest sister. My father got a job in the simple town of Maplewood Falls, Maine and itā€™s where I grew up and where theyā€™ve lived ever since.



Currently I am living in Brooklyn, New York. Living out my childhood dream in the big city. I still canā€™t believe the dream actually came true. And it was NOT easy getting there, Iā€™ll have you know!

After high school, I was accepted into the University of Maine where I spent four grueling, yet super fun years pursuing a degree in Graphic Design. So yeah, Iā€™m a Graphic Designer! Designing for the critically acclaimed Chic Magnifique interior design Magazine. Itā€™s right up there in popularity with Better Homes and Gardens - of course CM is 1000x better.

Landing this epic and honorable job wouldnā€™t have been possible without a little help from my best friend, Landon Adams.



Dear Landonā€¦the story between us I could write pages aboutā€¦but these arenā€™t the pages for it to be written on.

But suffice it to say, he and I were a couple once. And it really was one of the happiest times in my teenage life. We were friends first, and maybe thatā€™s why the love we had for each other flowed so deep. And part of that love still exists between us to this day.

We dated for a little over 7 months between our sophomore and junior years of High School. It was towards the end of our courtship that Landon revealed to me that he had been developing feelings for menā€¦and that he didnā€™t want to ā€œlead me onā€ when he couldnā€™t give me all of his heart; in that way. I appreciated his honesty and thoughtfulness, but my heart broke that day. And it took a while to get over. We were both afraid we wouldnā€™t be able to stay friends, but we parted on good terms and our friendship still thrived throughout the rest of our high school years. He dated other guys and, well, so did I.

We kept in touch mostly through Facebook - and you know how casual that is - throughout our college years. But we went a good long while without speaking to each other as we worked to earn our degrees. In a way, we lost touch.

Not long after earning my degree I made a post on Facebook about how I was looking for a new job and it somehow caught Landonā€™s attention. He reached out to me saying that he was just hired on as an ā€œAssistant to the Editorā€ for Chic Magnifique magazine and I about died! SO LUCKY! He told me they were looking to hire a new Graphic Designer and that I should totally apply. Then he added, ā€œAnd I could put in a good word for you.ā€

ā€œYES PLEASE!ā€ was my immediate response. Of course, I thanked him for letting me know about it.

I donā€™t know how it happened, it was a legit miracle, but I was soon invited over to Brooklyn for an interview and out of 50-something other applicants, they chose ME! Malai Reataza! To be their newest Graphic Designer. It was the BEST day of my ENTIRE life!

Until Christmas break four years later...

And this is where my story with the ā€œThree Kingsā€ beginsā€¦


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Chapter 1

*Two days before Christmas*




Allow me to illustrate exactly how everything happened.

It was a typical weekday morning for me. Get up - after hitting snooze on my phone alarm about five times - shower, get dressed in one of my cute business casual outfits and stylish boots, blow-dry my hair, curl my hair, put on make-up, throw my coat on, grab my purse and keys, and head out the door. The crisp, cold air of winter instantly bit at my nose and ears as I rushed down the front steps to embrace the new day.

First stop, The Coffee Cottage for my morning pick me up. And breakfast. Itā€™s a lovely little walk up shop, shaped and colored like a humble cottage in the woods, nestled tightly between a gas station and a laundromat. Starbucks is much easier to get to, but their coffee is super overrated if you ask me! Mediocre tasting at best. If Iā€™m gonna spend darn near $8 for a 20oz cup of coffee every morning, itā€™s gotta be good, rich coffee!

Landon agrees with me, which is why I pick up a cup for him as well. And because I like to do that for my buddy anyway. He pays me back the moment I hand it to him. Faithfully. I love him.

It takes some serious skill to hold two cups of hot coffee while briskly walking to work, weaving through crowds of people, and then going through the rolling door into the office building and up the stairs.



Speaking of Landon, he was promoted to Editor in Chief just two months ago after the previous EC left to work for another magazine. So now heā€™s my boss! Itā€™s kinda crazy, but super cool at the same time. No worries, he doesnā€™t give me any special treatment over the others for being his BFF. Heā€™s very professional.

I walk down the hall surrounded by cubicles and greet my co-workers with a smile. Weā€™re all friends here and pretty much a family away from our own.

Never did I ever think that Landon and I would be the two people in charge of the famed Chic Magnifique Magazine in our future. Heck I didnā€™t think we would even have a future together, ever since we broke up, but I canā€™t even begin to express how wonderful it feels to be best friends again. Weā€™re both where weā€™re meant to be at this stage in our lives and everything feels right in the world.

As I approached Landon's office, I blissfully thought, I love my life. And thereā€™s not a single thing Iā€™d change about it.



Of course my parents would love if something in particular about my life changedā€¦and soon before I become an ā€œold woman past child bearing age.ā€ Can you practically hear my eye roll?

Getting married.

I mean, sure, itā€™d be lovely to find the perfect guy someday, get married, and maybe have a few kids, butā€¦is it SO wrong for a girl to focus on her career before doing all of that? You know, have some financial stability in this ever changing world and economy? I guess thatā€™s what always set me apart from my parents and siblings, and why Iā€™m the child my parents worry the most about. My sister Liezel got married at 19 and my brother Direk, at 21!

Sure my parents have always shown support in my decision to go to college and earn a degree, but I could always sense that deep down they just wished I wouldā€™ve done things the more traditional way, or in my personal opinion, the outdated way. Itā€™s not their fault thoughā€¦It was just how they were raised and how society was when they were growing up. And they do mean well by itā€¦

But every single time I go home to visit, mainly at Christmastime, they continually ask me:

ā€œSo howā€™s dating life?ā€
ā€œMet anyone special yet?ā€
ā€œAre you becoming too busy to date?ā€
ā€œYou still want to have kids donā€™t you?ā€

ARGH!



And what really gets to me is when weā€™re at church and people say to my parents, ā€œOh itā€™s so lovely to see Malai again. Is she engaged yet?ā€ And then of course one of my parents will give the painful response in the most tactful way possible while the other looks over to the side with an inaudible sigh.

Iā€™m sick of it.

Iā€™M the one thatā€™s in charge of my life and how I want to run it. I know whatā€™s best for me and if people donā€™t like that, thenā€¦tough! Itā€™s not like I donā€™t date. I doā€¦when I have the time. And arenā€™t we always taught - mainly in the religious aspect - that everything happens ā€œin its own due timeā€ and that we should just trust God/Buddah/Fate/etc in ALL things. Well, thatā€™s what Iā€™m doing! For some of us, marriage and kids arenā€™t meant to come right away in our life! Why is it not more accepted that thatā€™s OK!?

Alright, breathe. Calm yourself Malaiā€¦

Sometimes, I just donā€™t get it. Life.



So I just go with the flow and see where it takes me; striving to be the best person I can be - in virtue and success - at the same time.

That is why for the past 4 years now, Iā€™ve utterly dreaded going home for Christmasā€¦

The pushing inquiries from my family have gotten worse because here I am, pushing 30, and Iā€™m still single and childlessā€¦

But Iā€™m not going to focus on that right now. Iā€™m at work and I need to get Landonā€™s coffee to him.

ā€œHey! Good morning!ā€ I greet him after a light knock on his office door.
ā€œHey Mai,ā€ he usually greets me in return, quickly glancing up in acknowledgement from his computer. Mai is the nickname he gave me back in high school and even when we broke up it still stuck. I donā€™t mind it.
ā€œHereā€™s your coffee,ā€ I approached, placing it on his desk.
ā€œGreat! Thank you. Youā€™re the best,ā€ he winked, sipping and slipping the payback cash to me between his other two fingers like he always does.
And as always I promptly swiped those folded bills. ā€œYouā€™re welcome.ā€

ā€œI was just going over your final design templates for Januaryā€™s magazine,ā€ he informed, sipping again. ā€œThey look fantastic, as usual, buuuutā€¦there are a few subtle changes Iā€™d like to suggest in some areas; if you donā€™t mind?ā€
ā€œNo, of course not. Youā€™re the boss,ā€ I winked at him now.



So we discussed that and finalized everything.

ā€œGuess thatā€™s a wrap!ā€ Landon declared, slapping his hands on his thighs and then getting up from his chair. ā€œIā€™ll send it off to the printing department this afternoon.ā€
ā€œAwesome! Iā€™ve got a few more things to wrap up for the year so Iā€™ll beā€“ā€
ā€œHang on a sec,ā€ he kindly interrupted, passing by me to close his office door. Then he turned around with a smirking smile on his face. ā€œAs fun as it is ā€˜bossingā€™ you around,ā€ he grinned, ā€œIā€™d like to switch back to being your best friend now.ā€
I smiled.
ā€œSooooā€¦you heading home for Christmas this year?ā€ he asked in that tenderly inquiring, all knowing tone.



I slightly rolled my eyes. ā€œProbablyā€¦ā€
ā€œProbably?ā€
ā€œOk, most likely.ā€ I shook my head at him with a quick grin. ā€œIā€™ve been trying to come up with a way to get out of it, butā€¦I dunno,ā€ I lowered my head, picking at my fingernail. ā€œI just feel like it would hurt their feelings if I didnā€™t come. Especially when Iā€™m unable to visit them any other time of the yearā€¦ā€
He nodded. ā€œI get it. You do have some great folks.ā€
ā€œI know,ā€ I replied with sincerity, ā€œbut not when theyā€™re overtly and inadvertently shoving marriage down my throat every time I visit. Is it so hard to ask how itā€™s going with my job orā€“ā€



ā€œI knowā€¦,ā€ he hushed.
I heaved a sigh.
ā€œWell, I had this thought that I wanted to run byā€“ā€

He was interrupted by my phone ringing.

ā€œSorry,ā€ I expressed, reaching into my pocket to answer it. It was my mom. Coincidentally enough.

She was calling to confirm if I was for sure coming home for Christmas - since it was two days away and they hadnā€™t heard from me yet. Oops. I meant to call them after work today. By this point, I told her yes.

ā€œGood! Now remember that Liezel and Direk are spending Christmas with their in-laws this year,ā€ she informed.
ā€œIā€¦donā€™t remember thatā€¦,ā€ I uttered, shooting a glance at Landon.



Although what I really felt like saying was, ā€œFantastic,ā€ in a very sarcastic tone through a fake smile. Now all the attention would REALLY be on me; and all my ā€œflaws.ā€

ā€œBut I have a surprise!ā€ my mom exclaimed.



ā€œOh?ā€ I was honestly afraid to ask.



ā€œIā€™ve invited the new neighbors to join us for Christmas dinner. They came from Canada and are originally from Japan. Itā€™s so nice to have another Asian family in Maplewood Falls.ā€ We both chuckled. ā€œMami is just the sweetest lady and weā€™ve become fast friends. She and Hoshi are a lovely couple; theyā€™re about the same age as me and your father.ā€
ā€œGreat.ā€
ā€œThey told me their three children and granddaughter will be joining us for dinner as well so...I wanted to give you the heads up.ā€
ā€œOhā€¦uhā€¦ok.ā€ This was different. But good.
My mom agreed by saying, ā€œI figure, the more the merrier! I canā€™t wait for them to meet you, and you to meet them.ā€
ā€œYeah, me too, mom. Sounds great.ā€



ā€œAlright, well you let me know when your plane lands ok? You coming tonight?ā€
Guess soā€¦, I thought. ā€œYes, and I will mom. But right now Iā€™m at work, so I have to go.ā€
ā€œOh yes, yes, sorry honey. Finish work. Say Hi to Landon for me and weā€™ll see you tonight. I love you!ā€
ā€œLove you too mom. Bye.ā€

Landon gave me an incredibly curious, wide-eyed look as I tucked my phone back into my pocket.

ā€œGuess Iā€™m heading home for Christmasā€¦,ā€ I mumbled.



ā€œI heard that.ā€
ā€œOh and my mom says Hi.ā€
He smiled, then pressed, ā€œSo?ā€

I told him about the new neighbors joining us for Christmas dinner.

ā€œCool! Maybe then with guests around your parents wonā€™t bug you so much about not finding a man and getting married and stuff,ā€ he said.



I nodded slightly. ā€œTrueā€¦or it just provides them with more people to gossip to about it behind closed doorsā€¦ā€ I donā€™t know why I was feeling so negative.



ā€œI doubt that. They love you, Mai. They wouldnā€™t offend you like that.ā€
He was right, and I said as much.
ā€œJust relax,ā€ he kindly assured, placing his hand on my shoulder. ā€œItā€™s going to be great. I canā€™t wait for you to tell me all about it later.ā€
I gave him an appreciative smile.

ā€œHow about you?ā€ I inquired. ā€œAre you coming home for Christmas too?ā€
ā€œI dunno,ā€ he looked away with a sigh. ā€œProbably not because thereā€™s still a lot I gotta finalize here at work for the end of the year. Plusā€¦I have a date tonight.ā€
I gaped. ā€œWhat!? But I thought things were going so well between you and Chrisā€“ā€
He shook his head in answer to that before I could even finish.
ā€œOh Landonā€¦,ā€ I frowned. ā€œIā€™m so sorry.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t be,ā€ he assured with a shrug. ā€œIt just wasnā€™t meant to be. Seems thatā€™s how itā€™s been with me and my partners for years nowā€¦,ā€ he trailed off, staring at the wall for a moment. He returned his gaze to me and concluded with, ā€œHopefully Iā€™ll find a potential future with Justin tonight.ā€



ā€œOh so thatā€™s his name huh?ā€ I winked. ā€œWhere did you meet him?ā€
ā€œOnline. We hit it off pretty quickly so we thought weā€™d meet in person.ā€
I smiled in happiness for him. ā€œWell,ā€ I started, placing a caring hand on his chest, ā€œI hope you have a very wonderful time with Justin tonight and that heā€™ll be ā€˜the one.ā€™ You deserve a good partner Landon, because youā€™re a good partner. I hope you find all the happiness in the world in that regard.ā€



I could see a little glistening in his eyes. ā€œThanks Mai. Love you.ā€



ā€œLove you too,ā€ I expressed, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, and then headed for the door.

ā€œMerry Christmas,ā€ he wished to me, which made me stop and turn for a moment. ā€œAnd donā€™t worry, your Christmas is going to be great. I know it.ā€ He smiled.

I really appreciated it; and his confidence. ā€œThanks Landon. Merry Christmas to you too. See you later!ā€




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Since I was for sure heading home for Christmas, I booked the first flight I could get my hands on that evening of the 23rd. I donā€™t know how I got so lucky because normally itā€™s almost impossible to find a flight home for Christmas last minute! (I guess nowadays they have special seats reserved if one is willing to pay out the wazoo for one, which...I ended up doing. Because I had toā€¦Sighā€¦) It was ok though. I just kept reminding myself of Landonā€™s confident assurances.

My parents were overjoyed to see me, as I always am to see them. Even if they do drive me crazy sometimes.





Honestly, all the marriage nagging aside, I couldnā€™t have asked for better parents. They've always set a good example to me and my siblings, in word and deed, and I owe much of who I am to them.

It was also great to see my old room again, still unchanged from the last time I lived in it.





I love that they havenā€™t changed it into a sewing room or a home gym or something. (Because they totally could!) It gives me the warm fuzzies and reminded me of their love for me all the more.

Thereā€™s just something about being in your parents home that instantly wraps you up in a cozy, secure blanket, shielding you from all the cares of the world for a time and permitting you rest. Itā€™s a feeling unlike any other, one you never forget, and one you long for over and over again in your adult life. Why I didn't go home more often for that much needed feelingā€¦wellā€¦you know. Perhaps someday that would change. Or maybe it was my perspective that needed to change...

But no matter. I quickly threw on my PJs, plopped myself right down onto my bed, and basked in the feeling of "home."

Ahhhh.

Wow. Iā€™m surprised mom and dad didnā€™t immediately ask me about my love life when I walked through the doorā€¦, I thought, my eyes popping open. Or looked down at my hand in hopes of seeing an engagement ring.



Hey DONā€™T JINX IT!


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Stay tuned for Chapter 2. TBA. šŸ˜Š