Though the rain beat against the window and the thunder boomed outside, dark clouds acting as a blanket for the bed of the sky, the warm fire crackling inside reflected blissful memories of winters past; playing soldier in snow forts, baking cookies for Santa... The warm scent of apple cider drifting from the kitchen and snuggling in the love seat with Momma.
And soon, Daddy would be home, and Christmas would begin. Soon. But not yet.
As lightning flashed brightly in the candle-lit room, Maya snuggled and wrapped herself into the quilt. Momma bent down and kissed her cheek.
And soon, Daddy would be home, and Christmas would begin. Soon. But not yet.
As lightning flashed brightly in the candle-lit room, Maya snuggled and wrapped herself into the quilt. Momma bent down and kissed her cheek.
