Christy tied off the bow and slid the present under the tree. Almost done...just one more stocking stuffer to go, and she was expecting that delivery at any moment. With a sigh, she let her gaze drift to the picture of her son Jacob, deployed somewhere in the deserts of Afghanistan. This would be her first Christmas without him.
Through the window she saw a white van pull up out front. Next came the expected quick knock on the door.
Amazon!
She swung it open to face a tall smiling young man in desert fatigues.
“Merry Christmas, Mom.”
Through the window she saw a white van pull up out front. Next came the expected quick knock on the door.
Amazon!
She swung it open to face a tall smiling young man in desert fatigues.
“Merry Christmas, Mom.”
