• At first, I never believed that there was magic in the air. Then you came along and held me close.

    I could see the sparkling lights of the plastic white Christmas tree in the den as I stood in the kitchen with your arms around me, and I smiled.

    "He's going to be so happy," you whispered; it felt more like a tickle.

    Recalling the wrapped boxes unser the tree, I giggled like a school girl. "I know. I know!"

    Merry Christmas, my son. Merry Christmas. I thought the words with great enthusiasm.

    "We have such a good boy," you said sweetly. I nodded against your skin.

    I was grateful for the holiday, awaiting the time when our boy would tear apart our carefully wrapped creations.

    Merry Christmas, my special little boy.