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The Secret Christmas Surprise
Here’s to twenty-five days of us.
December 1st
The advent calendar is heavy in my hands, and you look stricken with panic when I actually have the audacity to shake the box to try and figure out what’s inside.
“It’s supposed to be a surprise!”
I offer a cheeky little grin. “Just for me?”
You pout in just that way I like. “Who else would it be for?”
And it almost feels like a miracle when my lips brush yours.
Inside the first window is a small dove with an olive branch in its beak.
“Peace to all,” you murmur.
And then there’s no more room for talk.
December 2nd
The first winter storm blows through, and luckily we have nowhere to go. You let me sleep in till eight. Then you bring me the advent calendar and bounce in place on the bed. “Open it, open it!”
Still cranky without my first cup of coffee, I take out today’s prize: a little drummer boy. I frown at his blank smile and find myself missing yesterday’s dove.
“Aww, that’s so sweet,” you say — because you have a soft spot for the song.
