It was Christmas Day and she was sitting by the tree, going through the presents. There were several–from family, friends, co-workers and…Kevin. Kevin. He was her brother in-law’s youngest brother and eleven years younger than her yet she felt like a lovesick schoolgirl whenever she was around him. Every year they exchanged Christmas presents. His were always so creative and unique. She loved them. Last year he had given her a box of chocolate soaps which she truly enjoyed. She couldn’t wait to see what he got for her this year.
She reached for the neatly wrapped present, read the card which said, “Having you in my life has given me a reason to celebrate every day. Merry Christmas.” What a lovely sentiment. Setting the card aside, she eagerly unwrapped the present, anxious to see what was inside. There was a little box inside and she opened it. Her eyes widened when she saw the sterling silver heart necklace. She examined the heart closely. On it were written the words, “Be Mine”.
Her heart was pounding now. There was no mistaking what this meant. She had seen those words on dozens of Valentine’s cards. It was something a person would say to the one they loved. Was Kevin telling her that he loved her and wanted to be with her? She sincerely hoped so because she felt the same way. Yes, in spite of their age difference, she was in love with Kevin. She held the heart in her hand and stared at it, thinking it was the most precious present she had ever received. Putting it carefully back in the box, she got up and went over to the phone to call. She picked up the receiver and was about to dial his number when the doorbell rang.
Hanging up the phone, she went to answer the door. It was Kevin. She opened the door, her heart racing as she met his gaze. He looked a bit nervous as he stood there in the hallway. “Good morning,” she greeted him and stood aside for him to go in. After she closed the door behind him, she turned to face him. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas,” he answered quietly.
She showed him the box and opening it, she took out the necklace. “Thank you for your beautiful present,” she said. She handed it to him and turned around, lifting her hair so that her neck was exposed. “Would you mind putting it on for me?”
She felt him put it around her neck, his knuckles brushing against her skin, making her shiver. When he was done, she turned to face him. He was staring at her, his expression no longer tense. She returned his gaze. “I’ve been yours since the first time we met,” she told him huskily, reaching up to brush his hair back from his forehead.
His eyes darkened and he caught her hand. He pressed his lips into the palm, making her tremble. “I’ve wanted to tell you for such a long time how I feel about you but never worked up the courage until now. I decided that the necklace would say what I couldn’t say. I couldn’t sleep last night because I was so nervous. I wasn’t sure how you felt about me and worried that you might not accept this present. That’s why I came over as soon as I could to find out if you like the necklace. Then, when you asked me to put it on, it gave me hope.”
“All those times when we were together, I wanted to tell you how I felt but I kept thinking that you should be with someone younger.”
“Do you still think that?” he asked thickly as he pulled her against him.
“No,” she groaned and reaching up she pulled his head down to hers. They exchanged passionate kisses for a while then, she drew back to look up at him, her breath unsteady. “There’s a communal service at my church today at eleven. We can go to that first and then go and celebrate Christmas with the family. What do you say?”
He nodded, his face flushed. “I say it’s a good idea.”
“Have you had breakfast?”
He shook his head. “As soon as I got up, I showered, dressed and came straight over here. Breakfast was the last thing on my mind.”
She took his hand and led him over to the table. “Let’s have breakfast and then head over to the church.” While he sat at the table, she shared out the breakfast and he smiled as she set a plate in front of him. It was the Egg Croissant Casserole, his favorite. His mother used to make it at Christmas time too. His mouth watered just at the sight of it and he was ready to dig into it. But first, she said a prayer. Afterwards, she raised her glass of orange juice. “Here’s to a wonderful Christmas.”
He raised his. “Here’s to joy, peace and…love.” They touched their glasses. “Thank you for making this Christmas the best one ever.”
She reached over and covered his hand with hers. “And thank you for the Christmas present which has changed my life forever.” He smiled and gently squeezed her hand before they began to enjoy their first Christmas breakfast together.
Source: Uncommon Goods