You Had Me At Christmas: A Holiday Anthology(151)

That night they ate yule log for dinner and they played each other their favorite songs on the stereo. She asked him to move his guitar in first thing in the morning, and he told her he had bought her a piano. An old standup he’d found outside of Laramie. That was his Christmas gift to her.

They lay in each other’s arms and held hands, watching the tree and the snow gather at the edges of the window.

“Merry Christmas, Dean,” she whispered.

“Merry Christmas, Trina.”

And it was. And it would be. Forever.

The End