I never expected my Christmas to turn into a whirlwind of romance and betrayal. Invited to a magical on-air date, I thought I’d met the perfect man. But when two strangers claimed to be him and my choice led to heartbreak, I realized the real story had only just begun.
Christmas Eve at the radio station had its own rhythm—a predictable loop of cheerful jingles and festive classics. I sat in my usual spot, the studio chair that felt more like a throne on nights like this, doling out holiday cheer to an invisible audience.
The perks of being single?
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No mulled wine spills to dodge or awkward family questions about my love life. Just me, the mic, and a playlist that screamed “holiday magic.”
“Coming up next, another yuletide classic to warm your night,” I said, my voice practiced and smooth. “And remember, Santa’s listening, so be good—or at least, be better than you were yesterday.”
The station phone lines had been busy all evening with cheerful callers sharing wishes and stories. But then his voice cut through the static—a rich, warm timbre, like caramel over snow.
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“Hi,” he began, with the kind of confidence that could charm a Scrooge. “I’d like to dedicate a song.”
I leaned into the mic. “For someone special, I hope?”
“Yes,” he replied, a playful smile almost audible. “To the voice that’s made countless lonely Christmases a little less lonely. This one’s for you.”
I froze, blinking at the control board as a flush crept up my neck.
Is this a prank?
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“Well, that’s certainly… unique. I don’t think a song has ever been dedicated to me before,” I said, hoping my voice sounded professional and not as flustered as I felt.
The text line exploded. Messages popped up on my screen:
“Who is this guy?!”
“Are we witnessing a Hallmark movie in real time?”
Even my producer sent a teasing emoji.
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We kept talking, the conversation flowing like mulled cider—warm, unexpected, and oddly comforting. Before I realized it, I’d confessed my favorite Christmas tradition: visiting the small park near the mall, where an anonymous benefactor transformed the place into a symphony of twinkling lights and classical music.
“It sounds magical,” he said. “Maybe we should meet there.”
The words hit me like a snowball to the face. I hesitated.
Am I really about to agree to an impromptu date on-air?
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“Why not,” I heard myself say, my professionalism now teetering on thin ice.
The listeners erupted. Calls poured in, and the station’s social media lit up like Times Square.
My boss texted a single word: “Genius.”
By morning, the chaos hadn’t subsided. I nursed a cappuccino in a café corner, replaying the surreal night in my head. My colleague Julie strolled in like she owned the season, a wide grin plastered on her face.
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“You’ve officially gone viral,” she said, sliding into the seat opposite me. “They want you to host a matchmaking segment now. You’re basically Cupid in headphones.”
“Wonderful,” I replied, trying to sound enthusiastic, though my nerves buzzed louder than the café’s espresso machine.
A date. A promotion. A spotlight brighter than any Christmas star.
Has Christmas finally decided to take me off its naughty list?
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***
The park sparkled under the glow of fairy lights, each bulb casting a golden shimmer over the freshly fallen snow. The air hummed with soft, festive melodies, wrapping the scene in holiday magic. I clutched my coat tighter, my nerves jingling louder than the carols.
That night felt surreal—a blind date with the man whose voice had captured me live on air. But as I approached the towering Christmas tree, I stopped short.
There were TWO men.
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For a moment, I froze, blinking as if the scene might change if I adjusted my angle. It didn’t. Both men turned to face me, their smiles as bright as the decorations.
“You must be Anna,” said the taller one, stepping forward with a confidence that bordered on cinematic.
His mischievous grin seemed permanently etched, and he carried himself like he knew how to own the spotlight.
“Steve,” he added, extending his hand like it was part of a performance. “Your Christmas caller.”
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I managed a polite smile, my brain trying to connect the rich, teasing voice I remembered with the man in front of me. It seemed right. He certainly “felt” like the kind of person who would call a radio station to make a bold move.
Before I could respond, the second man stepped forward. He was shorter, with a warm but hesitant smile. His scarf was wrapped too tightly around his neck, and he adjusted it nervously as he spoke.
“Actually, that’s me,” he said, his voice soft but strangely familiar. “Richard. I called last night.”
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I blinked again, my gaze bouncing between them. Their voices were eerily similar.
Maybe the faint crackle of the radio had blurred the distinction.
But their energy couldn’t have been more different.
“Look, I know this is a little unexpected,” Steve said with a wink, “but isn’t this the kind of thing Christmas movies are made of? Two guys, one magical night… all for you.”
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Richard frowned. “I don’t think this is a competition.”
I stifled a nervous laugh. “This… is definitely not how I pictured tonight going,” I admitted, my breath fogging in the chilly air.
“Well,” Steve said, flashing that million-dollar grin, “we can stand here debating, or we can let the night decide. How about a shared date? Best man wins.”
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Richard hesitated, glancing at me for approval. “If that’s okay with you.”
“Sure,” I said before I could overthink it. “Why not?”
Steve wasted no time, taking charge like he was the director of the evening. He orchestrated an entire scene at the hot cocoa stand, juggling marshmallows and making the vendor laugh until tears streamed down his face.
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“Extra whipped cream,” he declared, sliding the cup toward me with a wink. “Because someone as sweet as you deserves nothing less.”
Richard handed me a second cup. “Just in case you prefer less sugar.”
As we moved to the snowball fight area, Steve dove in like an action hero, dramatically shielding me from flying snow.
“No snowball shall touch this woman!” he shouted, earning cheers from nearby kids.
Richard, meanwhile, knelt beside me, crafting a tiny snowman with a crooked smile.
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“I thought he might need a bodyguard,” he joked softly, adjusting the snowman’s stick arms.
The carousel was where my heart started to waver. Steve pulled out his phone for a selfie—“for the fans,” he said, holding it high as his perfect smile filled the frame.
Meanwhile, Richard reached out to steady my carousel horse as it wobbled slightly.
By the time we returned to the meeting point, Steve leaned against the tree, his grin never faltering.
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“So, what do you say? Christmas with me? I promise to keep it unforgettable.”
Richard, standing just out of the spotlight, stepped forward and gently took my hand. His touch was warm despite the cold. “Thank you. For giving me a chance.”
And then, without another word, he turned and disappeared into the glimmering lights. Richard stepping back felt like a graceful exit, sparing me the awkwardness of making a choice and possibly hurting someone.
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Besides, it all made sense. The voice from the radio, full of confidence and charm, couldn’t have belonged to anyone but Steve. His boldness, the way he carried himself, his easy humor—it matched perfectly with the man who had captured my attention on air.
“Smart choice,” he teased. “But let’s get out. This park’s too… romantic for my taste anyway. Honestly, who thought meeting here was a good idea?”
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I blinked. “You mean… you suggested it! It’s my favorite spot, remember?”
“Did I? Huh. Funny. I’d almost forgotten.”
Why did he forget something like that? And why did it sound like he hadn’t even meant it? Maybe I chose the wrong man?
***
Determined to make an impression, I had spared no effort. The soft fabric of my new dress hugged me just right, my hair shone like it had a personal lighting crew, and the subtle shimmer of my makeup felt like magic dust.
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When I reached Steve’s grand townhouse, I almost believed it could be a Christmas to remember. Clutching my carefully wrapped gift, I adjusted the hem of my dress and pressed the doorbell.
Steve opened the door. “You look stunning. Come in.”
I stepped inside. Couples clustered in small groups, laughing over glasses of wine.
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And then I saw her.
Julie stood near the fireplace, her dress impeccable and her posture exuding smugness. She came to Steve and looped her arm through his in a way that spoke volumes before she even opened her mouth.
“There you are,” she purred, her voice like syrup laced with poison. She leaned in and kissed Steve on the cheek, her eyes never leaving mine. “Thanks for coming. Isn’t he just wonderful?”
I froze. Her words landed like tiny barbs, but her next ones hit harder.
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“You’ve got great taste in men. Too bad you’ll always come second.”
A wave of polite laughter rippled through the room, but I couldn’t reply. Gripping my coat, I turned and walked out into the cold. The bitter wind stung my cheeks, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. The magic of the Christmas night had vanished.
***
Back home, I flopped onto the couch, burying my face in a pillow. Julie’s words played repeatedly in my mind, each cutting deeper than the last. I had trusted Steve’s charm, let myself believe in the fairytale, and ended up humiliated by my envious coworker.
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As I lay there, the soft hum of the radio filled the room, playing the same festive tunes I’d spun a hundred times before. My fingers reached out automatically to turn up the volume.
Then I heard it—a voice I recognized instantly.
“It’s Richard,” he said, his words measured but full of heart. “I don’t know if you’re listening, but I’m waiting in your favorite spot. If you’re willing to take one more chance, I’ll be here.”
Richard? Waiting?
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I bolted upright, my pulse quickening. I grabbed my coat and headed out into the night without a second thought.
When I arrived at the park, the sight stopped me in my tracks. The Christmas tree was brighter than ever, draped in shimmering lights that seemed to reach for the stars. The soft strains of classical music floated through the air, wrapping the moment in something that felt like magic.
And there he was. Richard. He stood under the glowing tree, his hands in his pockets, his expression nervous but determined.
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“I know I’m not perfect in real life. My voice on-air did,” he said, his voice trembling as his eyes met mine. “But I want to try to be for you.”
The world around us blurred, the music fading into the background. There were no grand gestures, no flashy charm. Just Richard, honest and vulnerable. For the first time in years, the emptiness of Christmas was replaced with something else entirely.
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