Christmas

Christopher

I woke up early. The feeling of being back home in my own bed I had not been as inviting as one would think. It felt wrong. I had just finally gotten used to the new mattress in Texas. The bed in Minnesota was the same bed I had shared with my wife.

It felt strange to be in the house. We’d only been gone a short time, but it already felt different. Like we were visiting a rental and not truly home. At least that was how I felt. Olin had settled right in. He’d spent the last couple days with his friends. I had worried he would get into trouble, but he promised me that was behind him.

I hoped so.

I sipped my coffee, staring out the window at the white landscape. I missed my view in the mornings. I missed seeing the sun coming up. It was snowing again, which I supposed was okay given the day, but I had about enough snow in my lifetime.

I headed into the main living room where Olin and I had set up the huge live tree we had picked out together. We’d decorated it with the ornam