The Perfect Gift
The tree just didn't look right with only one gift underneath. Normally, there were more presents than ornaments since he enjoyed shopping for nonsense gifts. For the last three months of the year for the past three years, every time he saw something that he thought she would like, he bought it.
This year was different. He had started to pick up items on more than one occasion, but he knew nothing would be good enough. He had made the decision that this was the year he would make his world right. He had been to every jewelry store in the county until he found the perfect ring.
He hoped she wouldn't be disappointed since there wouldn't be a bunch of gifts this time. The one he was giving her was important to him. It meant everything to him. Over the last year, they had hinted at marriage. He thought she would honor him by accepting his proposal. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
The tree looked so strange though, with only one gift. He knew he had to do something. He found some wine glasses and tied bows on the stems. The glasses went under the tree. He found a bottle of wine that he also put under the tree. The wine they would actually share was safely chilling in the refrigerator, but the picture under the tree was incomplete without the bottle.
He found her favorite book of short stories and placed that under the tree as well. He felt there was only one thing missing. He had just the thing. For the longest time, he had meant to organize his pictures and put them into an album. He bought an album earlier in the year for just this reason. He would dedicate the album to them.
Lovingly, he reviewed all of the pictures he had of them together. He chose the best ones for the album. His camera automatically dated the pictures so it was easy to put them into date order. He was quite proud of the album when he finished. He wrapped a big red bow around the book and placed it under the tree. Unfortunately, the original gift had become buried. He rearranged everything until he thought it was perfect.
Now all he had to do was to wait for Christmas. It would be a merry Christmas, indeed.
This year was different. He had started to pick up items on more than one occasion, but he knew nothing would be good enough. He had made the decision that this was the year he would make his world right. He had been to every jewelry store in the county until he found the perfect ring.
He hoped she wouldn't be disappointed since there wouldn't be a bunch of gifts this time. The one he was giving her was important to him. It meant everything to him. Over the last year, they had hinted at marriage. He thought she would honor him by accepting his proposal. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
The tree looked so strange though, with only one gift. He knew he had to do something. He found some wine glasses and tied bows on the stems. The glasses went under the tree. He found a bottle of wine that he also put under the tree. The wine they would actually share was safely chilling in the refrigerator, but the picture under the tree was incomplete without the bottle.
He found her favorite book of short stories and placed that under the tree as well. He felt there was only one thing missing. He had just the thing. For the longest time, he had meant to organize his pictures and put them into an album. He bought an album earlier in the year for just this reason. He would dedicate the album to them.
Lovingly, he reviewed all of the pictures he had of them together. He chose the best ones for the album. His camera automatically dated the pictures so it was easy to put them into date order. He was quite proud of the album when he finished. He wrapped a big red bow around the book and placed it under the tree. Unfortunately, the original gift had become buried. He rearranged everything until he thought it was perfect.
Now all he had to do was to wait for Christmas. It would be a merry Christmas, indeed.
posted by Vickie at 10:07 PM
2 Comments:
hmmm, at first, I thought this was going to be a story where "she" had died - his first Christmas without her. Now my curiosity is piqued, is there a rest of the story?
I rather thought it was complete as it was. Hmm, I'll think on it.
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