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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: A story that gives you that satisfied feeling and the true meaning of Christmas. Virginia Collins fears her life is almost over. The one thing that still brings her joy is spending time with her young grandson, Davey. It's Christmas, and despite trying to view the holiday through a child's anxious eyes, Virginia still feels empty, alone and can't find her spirit. So many loved ones have passed, the yuletide is forever changed ... until she receives a special Christmas Eve message.

eBook Publisher: Eternal Press, Published: 2007, 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2008

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Words: 5506
Reading time: 15-22 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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Four-year-old Davey pressed his face against the living room window and searched the sky. His warm breath created a foggy haze on the cold glass, obscuring the reflection of the Christmas tree decorating the cheery room. Close to the fireplace, his grandmother, Virginia Collins, sat in her rocking chair, knitting a sweater for a last-minute gift. The soft clickety-clack of the needles created a steady rhythm to which the yellow and orange flames beyond the hearth danced. The roaring fire provided a warm respite from the snowy outdoors.

"Grammy, did you hear me?" Her grandson's voice interrupted Virginia's focus on a row of stitches.

Davey turned away from the window--his small brow creased. "Grammy ... How will Santa know I'm at your house?"

The serious look on Davey's face called for full attention. Virginia stilled her metal rods, settling her project in her lap and fixed her gaze with his. "He knows, because Santa is magic."

Davey's eyes widened, and he scampered to her side. "Will he bring me what I wished for? Will he?"

Tall for his age, Davey had a thick shock of blond curls with one errant mass that fell into his eyes occasionally. When he inquisitively cocked his head, his deep brown eyes took on a shine, which made them look almost black. And his smile ... well, it warmed the hearts of angels.

Loving him so much made Virginia's heart ache, made her want to assure him she would give him anything he wanted, but with a fixed income her resources were limited. Kids today had way too much anyway, and no appreciation for any of it. The biggest gift she could give her grandson was teaching him that material things weren't what were most important in the world. Christmas was the exception to the rule. Everyone should get what they wished for.

She gave him an assuring nod. "Yes, if you hurry up to bed. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and ol' Saint Nick is probably watching you this very minute."

Davey's mouth gaped with surprise, and he scanned the room suspiciously, but looked back to her with loveable childhood innocence, asking, "Like in the song where Santa's makin' a list of who's naughty or nice?"

"Just like that Davey, so you'd better skedaddle upstairs." She tried to keep a straight face, while peering into those chocolate eyes filled with such a deep belief.

Taking his cherub cheeks between her hands, she planted a kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little angel."

"Good night, Grammy." Davey started upstairs but turned, his face reflecting his seriousness. "You'd better go to bed, too, if you want to be on Santa's good list."

Virginia chuckled. "I will, Davey, I promise. I just have one more row to finish, and then off to bed I go."

Virginia went back to her knitting. How wonderful it would be to recapture her youth and be excited. It had been a long time since she'd believed in Santa ... believed in much of anything.