Robert's Christmas Present
He was tired and dirty as he walked in the door but it didn't matter; he was totally focused on making a Christmas gift for her.
She wouldn't be home yet for alittle while: time enough for him to go out in his shop and finish his woodcarving.
Last year he had made a couple of boxes for her and she had enjoyed them. The look in her eyes when she held them up and pulled them out of the giftwrap had brought tears into his own.He had made them and she had seen his work in it.
He looked out of the window at the trees swaying in the breeze... He was thinking of her and how he loved to hold her against his frame when they were stretched out next to the fireplace...mmmmm.
He picked up the little bird he was carving. It reminded him of the birds that came to their porch in the spring...
He chuckled and he began to whistle a tune...
Christmas came but once a year! Why not make the most of it?