“Let me help you put them under the tree.” He carried the stack
into the other room, placing them around under the already
crowded tree. He went to the door, and reached into his duffel.
“Put this under there too. Its small, but I think he’ll like it.”
“What is it?” She asked, curious.
He chuckled. “It’s sort of a gag. It’s a snow globe. A Middle
Eastern snow globe. Filled with sand, a few lumps of coal and
some sticks for the arms.”
She smiled. “That is a gag. Which of course means, he’ll love
it.”
“And this is for you. I hope you like it.” he handed her a box.
Looking at him for permission to open it, he nodded.
She ripped off the paper, letting it fall to the floor. In her
hand was a jewelry box, intricately and carefully carved.
“I bought this when I was in Saudi. Out in one of the small
towns, and older man was selling these. They were made of olive
wood. Do you like it?”
“It’s beautiful,” she said as she turned it in her hand, “A
work of art. Thank you sweetheart!” She placed it under the
tree then turned to him.
They curled up on the couch together, looking at the tree. He
told her about some of the things he’d seen, what he missed. She
curled up against him, just happy he was home, feeling the
warmth of his body against hers, until she too, dropped off.
****
Surrounded by tissue and Christmas paper at dawn, after
watching Michael open all his gifts, Sean stood up. “Sweetheart,
I need to go. I have another promise I need to keep.” She looked
up at him, seeing the determination in his face.
“You and your promises. It’s Christmas morning. Can’t it wait?”
she smiled at him, already aware of the answer.
“You know I wouldn’t leave if it could.” She stood up and
wrapped her arms around him once more.
“I love you.” She whispered into his ear before giving him a
kiss.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” And he stepped out the door. It
was bright morning, the snow glittered in the sunshine when she
heard a knock on the door.
“Maybe it’s one of Daddy’s friends.” She said, then called
out, “Just a minute.”
She opened the door and saw some sort of ranking officer
standing there, looking abashed.
“Sorry, ma’am to bother you on Christmas like this. May I come
in?”
“Certainly.” She stepped aside allowing him in.
“Is Sean in some sort of trouble? He shouldn’t've been here
last night, should’ve he?”
The man looked startled.
“Ma’am, is your husband Sean McConnell? Social Security number
554-67-9891?”
“Yeeeessss. What is this about…?”
“I’m sorry, I’m lieutenant Prentice. I’m sorry to do this, but
Sean was hit during a cleanup mission.”
She twittered in relief. “Oh, is that all?!” she laughed. “I
know. I saw the scar on his shoulder last night.”
The lieutenant grew pale.
“Mrs. McConnell, This was yesterday– in Iraq. He was shot by
a sniper in the left shoulder, in the back. They did everything
they could for him. I’m sorry.”
She looked at him in shock. This couldn’t be happening. Sean
was here!
Then she realized, he hadn’t said he’d be back this morning. In
her ecstasy in seeing him, she hadn’t noticed.
He wouldn’t be back.
“But, but…Lieutenant. Sean brought us gifts back. They’re
here. He was here.” She looked over her shoulder at the gifts
still sitting beneath the Christmas tree. “He promised to come
back!” she cried out, then stopped short. She fell to the
lieutenant’s shoulder, crying.
“He always kept his promises.”
Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003
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