Presented with a sheet of watercolor paper, Sandy smiled and kissed Rose’s head again. A snowman, in the snow in the mountains, with a man, woman, and child smiling at the accomplishment, plus a well-lit Christmas tree.
“It’s me and you and Uncle Ross in the mountains with real snow and this is the snowman we made.”
“It’s beautiful. Where did you see mountains to know how to draw them so well?”
“A movie.” Caroline handed her a cup of coffee. “Freshly made.
Hazelnut.” She rubbed Rose’s head. “We’ve been watching Hallmark movies. She’s addicted.”
Ross rolled his eyes. “She’s too young for that, you know.”
“Oh, Ross, of course she’s not. They’re perfectly safe.”
“Right. For you, but then she’s not constantly trying to set you up.”
Caroline laughed. “Have a seat, Sandy. Warm up. Pull the blanket off that chair if you want it.”
“So.” Caroline sat across from her and filled in the silence between her and Ross. “What are your Christmas Eve traditions?”
“Me? Oh, I don’t... I’m often working. I don’t really have any.”
“Not when you were growing up, either?”
She thought of the quiet, mostly dark church services they were taken to every Christmas Eve, which she actually loved, until after service when they went home to a mostly silent dark house, was hurried through cold sandwiches and a quick warm soup, and shoved off to bed early, then yelled at twenty times when they made any noise whatsoever in their excitement. “No. Not really.
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