A Christmas Wish

         Her heart twisted to see her son in such a state.  The little boy stared out the window, watching the snowflakes settle to the ground in soft mounds of glistening beauty. 

         She glanced around her cold, lifeless home.  Her arms wrapped around her torso in a useless attempt at comfort.  Decorations littered the shelves and mantelpieces.  Christmas socks swelled with candy and little baubles from where they hung over the fireplace.  A huge tree dressed with ornaments and glittering figurines loomed from one corner of the living room.  The untouched presents scattered beneath its branches served as a constant reminder to the void in their house, and in their lives.
         
         She walked over to where her son sat on the window seat.  Settling down beside him, she asked, "Joseph, would you like to open presents now?"
         
         Even though she didn't have the heart to open her own, if she could just coax him into opening his…then perhaps this Christmas would not be a complete loss.
         
         "Not yet!" 

         She winced at the heated reply.  "Why, honey?  Your father sent them so we—"

         He turned to face her with fierce determination in his light, baby blue eyes.  "There was a shooting star last night, Momma.  I made a wish.  I told Jesus I wouldn't wish him happy birthday if it doesn't come true!"

         Dispirited, his mother opened her mouth but the words didn’t come out.  She didn’t have the heart to further discourage him. 

         Suddenly, her son pointed out the window.  "There, Mommy!  There!"

         To her amazement, a car cautiously pulled up their driveway.  The door opened and a tall man in the Army uniform stepped out.

         "You were right, Momma!”  Glowing with renewed life, her son grinned up at her.  “Jesus does like to be wished happy birthday!  He brought Daddy home early!" 
         
         Snowflakes continued to coat the ground as the laughing mother and her son ran outside and into their loved one's waiting arms.

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