MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE AUSTEN AUTHORS!
As the resident pagan, my family and I are celebrating on December 21st, which is Yule, or the Winter Solstice. Whatever your holiday is, be it Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanzaa, or any other, we wish you joy, love, and peace. Thank you for being part of the Austen Authors family, and the family of JAFF. We continue to grow and expand, sharing our love of Jane Austen with more and more people. Here’s to a fantastic 2017.
This is a scene from the end of “Mr. Darcy’s Present.” As it is the wedding, I hold no doubt you will enjoy it. Regina Jeffers
It had been difficult for Darcy to claim even a few moments of private time with Elizabeth, but somehow they had survived the whirlwind that followed the announcement of their engagement. When he and Georgiana returned to Netherfield, he sent Sheffield to London with written instructions for a variety of items, especially chosen for his new bride. Odd as it would seem to others, he had selected the items even when there was no hope Elizabeth would accept him. He would come across a window display and think, “That gown would enhance Elizabeth’s complexion.” Georgiana had insisted upon accompanying the valet to be certain all was done as Darcy asked. “In this matter I hold more knowledge than does Mr. Sheffield,” Georgiana had declared as she made her plans to depart. Darcy smiled at how quickly his sister had accepted Elizabeth as his future wife. “I will stay at Darcy House overnight and return on the morrow. I will set Mrs. Guthrie and Mr. Thacker to righting the house for Elizabeth’s arrival.”
And so he stood at the front of the small church and waited for the woman he loved. He remained ramrod straight, as his father had always demanded of Darcy’s stature, and he wondered if his father and mother looked down upon him on this most momentous of days. He held no doubt they would approve of Elizabeth.
A loud whispering had him turning his head toward the arched vestibule. She stood beside her father. She wore the gown that Georgiana had chosen specifically for Elizabeth. His sister had assured Darcy that it had taken only a few stitches to adjust it for Elizabeth’s figure. Georgiana had insisted that the gown of the lightest moss green satin was “the perfect blend of romance and elegance,” and although he thought it amusing that his sister chose those particular words, Darcy would agree. The color of the dress gave his lovely Elizabeth the air of a forest nymph ready to practice her magic upon the world.
As he looked more carefully upon her, he wished to laugh, for he held no doubt his bride-to-be knew a moment of panic. She had not yet embraced the idea of the rightness of their joining as often as he had. She was still learning something of the blossoming affection he had recognized in her countenance since she had accepted his hand. Today, their eyes collided in acknowledgment, and for a second, the idea of running was written upon her features. Stunned hesitation. Remarkable self-possession, but doubt. So proper. So restrained. Bloody perfection in appearance, and every bit of it a fabrication. Then Elizabeth’s expression changed to one of hope. Her fears faded, and with a nod in his direction, she placed her trust in him. It would be the greatest gift he would ever know.
As for my family, we will be celebrating with a new member. Our own “blue light special.” On Wednesday of this week, my son and daughter-in-law welcomed their third child into the world. She was early by several weeks, and we have had some scary times. Our Emery Faith is wrapped in a bili blanket for the light therapy.
Happy Christmas to all of you and yours!
Christmas is a favorite time of year for me because I think its messages of peace and goodwill are so universal. I’ve been able to enjoy them even in years when I’ve had no money for an expensive meal or presents. I am currently posting a Christmas story, Mr. Darcy’s Christmas Joy, on my blog, Darcy and Lizzy.com, and Fanfiction.net. As a thank you to my wonderful readers, who have blessed me and my family this year, here’s a small excerpt. Darcy is speaking with Richard and Bingley on the matter of connections and marriage.
“If you have so little standards,” said Darcy, “then why are you not already married?”
“I could ask you if all you need is good family and connections why you are not as well,” Richard returned.
Indeed, Darcy had thought over that question more than ever in the last several weeks. What was he waiting for if not Elizabeth Bennet’s unique mixture of wit and kindness? He had met a hundred ladies with materialistic considerations.
“I have only wanted to find someone who loved me,” Bingley said sounding like a lost, sad boy. Darcy would find it pathetic if it did not save him the problem of having to reply to his cousin.
“That can come later,” Richard said. “I would settle for me loving her.”
Darcy bit back a groan. Bingley’s head shot up from where it had been focused on his feet. A slow smile crept across it.
“If you only want character and do not care about money or standing, then Darcy and I know a whole host of women.”
Darcy had squeezed his eyes shut but could hear the smile in Bingley’s voice. No, no, no. He was about to say it…
“Yes, in Hertfordshire. Near the estate I am leasing.”
“Forgive me since I am a military man, but I would think it would be best to learn more about the estate by residing in it longer than a few weeks. Should you not go back?”
“You know, I was just thinking the same. How am I to learn how restates run in the winter if I am not there for it. I think I must return for Christmas. You’re welcome to come along, Richard. I doubt Darcy will desire to return.”
“Forgive him, he’s very busy, our Darcy,” Richard said with a smirk. Bingley was like putty in his hands. “I think you might hit it off with Miss Elizabeth Bennet, actually.”
“I will come!” Darcy said more forcefully than he intended.
Richard only raised his eyebrows. “Thank you, Bingley. I will check with Command, but I believe I can leave the area for the holidays.”
The clock in the hall chimed the time and Darcy had never been more thankful to hear bells ding in his life. He shot out of his chair intent on racing back to the drawing room to avoid conversation of Bennets and Hertfordshire. As the bells continued, however, he grew dizzy. By the time it reached seven, he felt himself falling and twisting. He braced for a hard impact and the pain that would follow.
Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from Rose Fairbanks!
Merry Christmas to all, and as Tiny Tim would say, “God bless us every one!” Thank you for being a part of Austen Authors for the past year.
Sharon Lathan coming to you from the Happiest Place on Earth…. Yes, the MAGIC KINGDOM in Walt Disney World! My husband and I are celebrating the holiday this year in sunny Florida with Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Goofy, a whole passel of princes and princesses, a strange assortment of villains and talking animals, loads of Star Wars related aliens, and so much more. Amid the fun, my thoughts are with family and friends, including the wonderful readers who share in our love for Jane Austen and make Austen Authors the best website of all!