The Gift
By Donald J. Sears
He watched the snow fall outside the picture window while Bing Crosby sang White Christmas on the CD player. The newly decorated tree looked as good as ever, with its lights and tinsel and wooden soldiers hanging in th places.
This is my fourteenth Christmas, he thought as he turned back to the table and finished wrapping his mother’s present, a gift pack of Emeraude that he gave her every year.
By Donald J. Sears
He watched the snow fall outside the picture window while Bing Crosby sang White Christmas on the CD player. The newly decorated tree looked as good as ever, with its lights and tinsel and wooden soldiers hanging in th places.
This is my fourteenth Christmas, he thought as he turned back to the table and finished wrapping his mother’s present, a gift pack of Emeraude that he gave her every year.