{"id":251461,"date":"2026-07-13T01:16:54","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:16:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-utahraptor-lola-faust-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T01:16:54","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:16:54","slug":"all-i-want-for-christmas-is-utahraptor-lola-faust-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-utahraptor-lola-faust-1\/","title":{"rendered":"All I Want For Christmas Is Utahraptor – Lola Faust (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Dictation software\u2019s come a long way. A guy from BYU set it up over at the salt flats for the dino colony.\u201d \u201cDo you have it?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t, no. But Harry would. He\u2019s done a lot of work with the dinos lately. Do you know they\u2019re really good at fishing? Those killing- claws are useful as heck.\u201d Before Holly could respond, there was a knock at the door, and then it opened. \u201cHellooooo?\u201d called a familiar voice. \u201cAunt Lorraine!<\/p>\n

Hi!\u201d called Holly. \u201cIt\u2019s been too long!\u201d Lorraine and her husband Harry, a tall, broad man with thinning hair, were each carrying bags of prepared food. \u201cHolly Eugenia Grant, my word! I didn\u2019t know it was possible for a girl to get even more beautiful, but now you\u2019ve gone and done it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lorraine hugged Holly tightly and kissed her on each cheek, European-style. \u201cLet\u2019s get you fed a little, my sweet honey girl. Don\u2019t they know how to make a meal out in Chicago?\u201d \u201cYou look great,\u201d said Harry. His easy smile revealed a missing tooth on the bottom. \u201cGod bless.\u201d \u201cDid you bring all this food for us?! Oh, Lorraine, you shouldn\u2019t have!\u201d \u201cI absolutely should, darling,\u201d said the older woman definitively. \u201cIt\u2019s Christmas Eve and there\u2019s no way I\u2019d allow your father to stand up sweating at that stove, and I certainly wasn\u2019t going to ask you to cook after you\u2019ve been on an airplane half the day.<\/p>\n

Besides, being in the kitchen makes me feel closest to God. I can feel His life and light moving through me and into the food I make. It\u2019s Godly to provide sustenance for the people I love.\u201d Despite her relative lack of faith, Holly was oddly moved. \u201cWell, I would be happy to help you bring glory to God by helping you warm things up, at least,\u2019 she said.<\/p>\n

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Christmas (trees and otherwise), jewelry, Jeff Koontz, coffee, capitalism, generational wealth, management consulting, private equity, Utah, Chicago, Australia, Etsy, antiques, cigars, cottages, mountains, lakes, ducks, fishing, dysfunctional families, functional families, previous loss of a parent, financial abuse, breakups, dinosaurs, dinosaur sex, feathers, dinosaur feathers, high school, hockey, Canadians, universities, Tinder, alcoholism, food trucks, car dealerships, creepy older men, vintage buses, casseroles, miniature marshmallows, salads (conventional and Midwestern American), salt flats, helicopters, birthday cakes, French press coffee, in-laws (legal and common-law), marriage, organized religion, disorganized religion, Edmund Spenser, E.T., alligators (imagined), water treatment plants, dictation software, nostalgia CHAPTER ONE: THE GIFT 1kitap1.com\/en \u201cDo you like it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u200bThe necklace lay in a box on a little bed of black velvet. Holly blinked a few times, trying to take it in. \u200b\u201cIt\u2019s\u2026 beautiful.\u201d \u200bA rose gold chain held a pendant that resembled a heart, if a heart was a balloon animal. Half of it was white gold, half of it yellow. The metal bulged as if it were about to burst. Nestled into the middle was a huge red cabochon, streaked with white and pink like a raw Wagyu steak. \u200bIt was the most hideous thing Holly had ever seen.<\/p>\n

\u200b\u201cIt\u2019s an original Jeff Koontz. Saw it at Art Basel Miami. Absolutely impossible to get, but I had my father make a few calls. I figured you\u2019d appreciate it, since you like art.\u201d \u200bHolly stood still. She lifted the pendant from its box, trying to imagine herself wearing it. Trying to imagine anyone wearing it. Maybe a Vegas showgirl? \u201cSorry I can\u2019t make it to your family\u2019s Christmas this year,\u201d said Thad, Holly\u2019s boyfriend.<\/p>\n

He pulled his cashmere overcoat tighter around himself against the winter chill. \u201cIt\u2019s OK. I know you have a good reason.\u201d The lights on the Christmas tree twinkled harder, blurring for a moment as Holly blinked away the tears that suddenly stung her eyes. She was quick, she thought. Thad wouldn\u2019t see. But her pale cheeks betrayed her, reddening. \u201cOh, come on, Holly,\u201d said Thad. \u201cCrying? Really?\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s cold, Thad,\u201d she said, shaking her head.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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