CHRISTMAS EVE

by Tunnel Writer

Catherine let out a contented sigh as she leaned her back against Vincent. He placed his arm around her as they stared at the lit Christmas tree they just assembled.

Catherine turned in his arms, and he placed a soft kiss on her lips.

“We better get to bed. Our children will be waking us up at the break of dawn to see the tree,” she whispered.

Vincent smiled at the thought of the three excited faces.

“You’re right, Catherine.”

“By the way, Vincent, next year we will need another stocking. Merry Christmas, Vincent.”

She left Vincent staring in shock.