Love,
Gabe
Emily sank down in the big comfortable chair, rested her feet on the matching ottoman and took out her knitting. She turned on the television and had just finished the first row when Gabe joined her. He didn’t say anything for a long time, but Emily could see his mind working.
After a while he said, “My dad’s going to be mad at me.”
“It was brave of you to tell him you did something you weren’t supposed to,” she murmured.
Gabe looked away. “I told him he doesn’t need to send me anything for Christmas. He said there was a special gift on the way but it hasn’t come. He probably won’t send it now.”
“Don’t be so sure.” She pulled on the skein of yarn as she continued knitting.
“What if Santa finds out what I did?” His face crumpled in a frown. “Do you think maybe he won’t bring me the robot ’cause I went to Finley’s by myself and I didn’t tell anyone where I was going?”
“Well, now, that remains to be seen, doesn’t it?”
Gabe climbed onto the sofa and rested his head against the arm. “I didn’t think Aunt Holly would be so worried when I didn’t go to Jonathan’s house after school. She got all weird.”
“Weird?”
“Yeah. When we were still at her office, all of a sudden she put her arms around my neck and hugged me really hard. Isn’t that weird?”
Emily shrugged but didn’t answer. “Are you ready for Christmas?” she asked instead.
Gabe nodded. “I made Aunt Holly an origami purse. A Japanese lady came to my school and showed us how to fold them. She said they were purses, but it looks more like a wallet to me, all flat and skinny.” He sighed dejectedly. “I wrapped it up but you can’t really see where the wrapping stops and the gift starts.”
“I bet Holly will really like the purse because you made it yourself,” Emily said with an encouraging smile.
“I made my dad a gift, too. But Aunt Holly and I mailed off his Christmas present a long time ago. They take days and days to get to Afghanistan so we had to go shopping before Thanksgiving and wrap up stuff for my dad. Oh, we mailed him the picture of me and Santa, too. And I made him a key ring. And I sent him nuts. My dad likes cashews. I’ve never seen a cashew in the shell, have you?”
“Why, yes, as a matter of fact I have,” she said conversationally.
Gabe sat up. “What do they look like?”
“Well, a cashew is a rather unusual nut. My goodness, God was so creative with that one. Did you know the cashew is both a fruit and a nut?”
“It is?”
“The fruit part looks like a small apple and it has a big stem.”
The boy’s eyes were wide with curiosity.
“The stem part is the nut, the cashew,” she explained.
“Wow.”
“And they’re delicious,” she said. “Good for you, too,” she couldn’t resist adding.
“What are you doing for Christmas?” Gabe asked.
“I’ve been invited to a party, a big one with lots of celebrating. I’ll be with my friends Shirley, Goodness-”
“Goodness? That’s a funny name.”
“Yes, you’re right. Anyway, the party preparations have already begun. It won’t be long now.”
“Oh.” Gabe looked disappointed.
“Why the sad face?”
“I was going to ask you to come here for Christmas.”
Emily was touched by his invitation. “I know you’ll have a wonderful Christmas with Holly,” she said.
“I invited Aunt Holly’s boss, too.”
She had to make an effort to hide her smile. This was all working out very nicely. Very nicely, indeed.
“Lindy didn’t say she’d come for sure but she might.” He paused. “She said to call her Lindy, not Ms. Lee like Aunt Holly said I should.”
“Well, I hope she comes.”
“Me, too. I think she’s lonely.”
“So do I,” Emily agreed. The boy was very perceptive for his age, she thought.
“I asked her what she wants for Christmas and she said she didn’t know. Can you believe that?”
In Emily’s experience, many people walked through life completely unaware of what they wanted-or needed. “I brought along a book,” she said, changing the subject. “Would you like to read it to me?” She’d put the children’s book with its worn cover on the arm of her chair.
Gabe considered this. “I’m not in school now. Can you read it to me?”
“The way your dad used to when you were little?” she asked.
Gabe nodded eagerly. “I used to sit on his lap and he’d read me stories until I fell asleep.” His face grew sad. “I miss my dad a lot.”
“I know you do.” Emily set aside her knitting. “Would you like to sit in my lap?”
“I’m too big for that,” he insisted.
Emily could see that despite his words he was mulling it over. “You’re not too big,” she assured him.
Indecision showed on his face. Gabe wanted to snuggle with her, yet he hesitated because he was eight now and eight was too old for such things.
“What book did you bring?” he asked.
“It’s a special one your grandma Larson once read to your dad and your aunt Holly.”
“Really? How’d you know that?”
“Oh, I just do. It’s the Christmas story.”
“I like when the angels came to announce the birth of Baby Jesus to the shepherds.”
She closed her eyes for a moment. “It was the most glorious night,” she said. “The sky was bright and clear and-”
“And the angels sang,” Gabe finished enthusiastically. “Angels have beautiful voices, don’t they?”
“Yes, they do,” Emily confirmed. “They make music we know nothing about here on earth…I’m sure,” she added quickly. “Glorious, heavenly music.”
“They do?” He cocked his head to one side.
“You’ll hear it yourself one day, many years from now.”
“What about you? When will you hear it?”
“Soon,” she told him. He climbed into her lap and she held him close. He really was a sweet boy and would become a fine young man like his father. He’d be a wonderful brother to his half brother and half sister, as well-but she was getting ahead of herself.
“Tell me more about the angels,” Gabe implored. “Is my mom an angel now?”
“No, sweetheart. Humans don’t become angels. They’re completely separate beings, although both were created by God.”
“How come you know so much about angels?”
“I read my Bible,” she said, and he seemed to accept her explanation.