CHRISTMAS IN YOUR ARMS

y street lamp glow like something out of a postcard. The Christmas season was in full swing, wreaths on e

eight year old daughter, Emma, through the crowded Christmas tree lot. Emm

!" Emma pointed at a tall spruc

that tree is twice the s

nking. "Okay, maybe not that on

rming. "Yes, sweetheart. We

ed with another child, a boy about ten years old, wea

he boy sai

ed, brushing snow off he

ned. "Thanks

she noticed a tall man jogging over. He had dark hair dusted with s

the boy's shoulder. Then he looked at Claire. "Sorry ab

ed. "It is okay. Emma was just as distr

ir eyes held. There was something about

id finally, extend

king it. His hand was warm

eeve. "Mom, can Noah

, amused. "Sounds

ah already darting between rows of evergreens,

" she sai

as lights, two families, both a little broken in t