One of my favorite memories of Christmas happened when I was 18 years old. I convinced my parents to let me stay up and do the overnight stuff for “Santa” and wrap goodies for my nieces and nephews, who were staying over Christmas Eve. My sisters were quite a few years older than I was and had small children, so I was used to being the “oldest kid” and figured this was just one more part of being an adult. So I stayed up, helped wrap and put out gifts, and signed things “from Santa” etc. I even ate the milk and cookies. Next morning, I enjoyed seeing the kids all happy and excited, and being part of the “conspiracy” of not telling how the cookies got eaten. But there was a little part of me that missed the surprise, even though I had known for many years it was Mother and Daddy. I don’t think we ever outgrow the wonder of surprise on Christmas morning, even when we know the truth. Perhaps because we realize that someone thought about us, and for that moment, we feel not only surprised and special… but also loved.
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A cop at the door on Christmas Eve brings an unexpected gift.A sweet holiday romance showcasing love, loss, and the spirit of giving.
It’s Christmas Eve, and the end of a year in which everything Dara loves has been lost. Everything but her little girl and a fierce determination to survive. When a cop brings Christmas to her door, he brings another gift she never expected to get.
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