Rosalie knows what day it is. She smells it in the air and senses it around her, from the fresh blanket of snow outside, to songs like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer playing on the radio and the plastic snowmen sitting on her beside table. She puts on a robe and slippers and runs downstairs, inhaling the overwhelming smell of cinnamon and vanilla icing. She smiles, remembering that her mother always made cinnamon rolls on Christmas morning.
Rosalie wonders what presents Santa got her. Did he answer her request for the pink sparkly dress she saw at the store the other day or the pack of seventy-two crayola crayons? She's very, very excited. She just hopes Sean won't try to steal her presents and tease her about them.
“Rosalie,” Mother calls, “Is that you?”
“Yes, mommy,” she answers. “Merry Christmas!”
She hears her mother laugh. “Can you come into the kitchen, please? There's a surprise for you.”
Rosalie thinks her mother is referring to the cinnamon rolls, but she happily darts in anyway. It seems fairly normal at first; Sean is at the kitchen counter, greedily digging into a cinnamon roll. Her mother is at the sink, washing some dishes. But then she notices someone behind her, someone she has not seen in a long, long time.
“Daddy!” As she runs to hug him, she notices he's still wearing his army uniform. Rosalie wants to know how long he's been here, how long her mother and father had this planned. She can feel tears streaming down her cheeks. The last time they got a letter from her father was a month ago, saying that he wouldn't be able to make it home in time, but he wanted to send his love. So when had this changed? And why had they kept it a secret from her? Did Sean know? But her anger quickly subsides. Her father is home, finally home after many long months overseas.
“Daddy, are you back from the war to stay?” Rosalie asks as her father picks her up and gently sways her back and forth.
“No, honey. Just for the week,” he replies, “But I'm glad I got to come and see you and Sean.”
Rosalie doesn't say anything for a moment, but instead lets her eyes wander around the kitchen. For the first time in a year and a half, her family is together. And at Christmas, too. She feels warm and fuzzy. Most of all, she feels complete. And suddenly she realizes that she doesn't care if Sean steals her toys or tries to bug her when they're opening presents.
“Daddy?
“Yes, Rosalie?”
“I think Santa gave us the best present of all.”
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