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It was late by the time we served everyone and cleaned up. This had been the busiest Christmas Eve I’d seen in the ten years I’d been volunteering at the shelter. Between the unusual number of people seeking shelter from the storm, and the volunteers who couldn’t make it because of bad roads, those of us who did make it, had to work doubly hard to see everybody fed. I myself had considered not coming, when I’d seen the road conditions, but my truck was good in the snow and even after ten years, I still couldn’t face spending Christmas Eve at home without Kate. Kate loved Christmas, every year when December rolled around, she was like a kid again. The first Christmas after our marriage, she had decorated our little two room dump of an apartment above my uncle’s garage like it was Santa’s own home. There were lights and tinsel and ribbons everywhere and, of course, a tree far too large for the tiny living room/dining room/kitchen. We ate dinner standing at the counter for a month because there wasn’t room for our small kitchen table. I didn’t mind though, it was worth it to see my Kate so happy. Every Christmas morning, no matter what I got her, even those early years when I couldn’t afford to get her the gift she really deserved, she would rip the paper off and squeal with delight at whatever was inside. But, I think the thing she took the most joy in, was not in receiving, but in making others happy with what she gave. Each year, as I opened her gift to me, she would sit, almost trembling, with anticipation as I peeled away the brightly colored paper. I always took my time just to draw out the anticipation and tease her a little, I loved seeing her so excited. It never mattered what she gave me, seeing her like that was better than any gift I could have received. Once we had progressed a little in life, and could afford it, she started a new tradition, one I continue to this day. She would find needy families and we would provide a wonderful Christmas for them. Every year, I bursa escort would tell her how much we could afford and every year, she would spend more than that. I never minded though, seeing the excitement and joy on her lovely face as we delivered the families’ Christmas gifts, was worth whatever she spent. Our last Christmas together, she was up to five families, I had to rent two moving trucks to deliver everything on Christmas Eve. She was so excited as we drove from house to house, I thought she might actually burst. It was the first time since her diagnosis, months earlier, that I forgot she was sick. In fact, the entire month of December, she showed no symptoms at all. It was truly a magical month for me. After everything was delivered, we would return home and sit by the fire, sipping her special recipe egg nog and watching A Christmas Carol. Afterwards, we would make our way to the bedroom for a little, what she liked to call, jingle balling. Once in the bedroom, she would peel off her clothes and surprise me with sexy new Christmas lingerie. She always said Santa made it only for girls on the nicely naughty list. My first Christmas without her, I didn’t put up any decorations. I tried, but when I went to get her decorations from the basement, I was overcome and had to close the door and walk away. I didn’t feel like doing all of the shopping and wrapping and everything for needy families, but I knew how much it had meant to her, and how disappointed she would be if I didn’t continue the tradition. So I did it anyway. After I delivered everything that Christmas Eve, for the first time since her death, I felt a little joy, knowing I had honored her memory. I couldn’t face the rest of the evening at home without her and passing the shelter as I drove aimlessly, I pulled in and started my new tradition. I was happy this Christmas Eve, between the late hour and all the extra work, sleep would come quickly and I wouldn’t spend long sleepless hours missing her. bursa escort bayan Bitter cold and driving snow stung my face as I trudged to my truck. It had snowed at least another foot since I’d arrived, and with the wind it was beginning to drift. I started the the truck and let it warm up while I cleared the snow off the windshield, the wind was bitterly cold and, despite wearing ski gloves, my hands were numb before I was through. As I started to pull out, I noticed Ashley, one of the other volunteers, the snow was piled higher than the hood of her car and it was clearly going nowhere. I had seen Ashley at the shelter a few times before. She was a college student home for the holidays. I had only spoken to her a few times, but she seemed like a lovely young girl with a serious, but cheerful demeanor. I stopped and got out. “I don’t think you’re going anywhere in that,” I said, squinting at the snow being blown into my face. “Come on, I’ll give you a lift home.” “Thanks! Come on Phil!” she hollered, waving her arm. I looked over in surprise as Phil ran around the car, I hadn’t seen her there. The two girls hurried to the passenger door as I climbed back in the truck. Phil climbed in first, sitting next to me. I had never seen her before tonight and assumed she was probably a friend of Ashely’s from college. We pulled out of the parking lot and Ashley directed me toward her parent’s house. The roads were bad, even the ones that had been plowed had six to eight inches of snow on them. Ashley’s house wasn’t far, but it was slow going on the slick roads. “Thanks so much, Randy. I don’t know what we’d have done if you hadn’t been there to save us,” Ashley said as I turned on Main Street, “My car would never have made it through this.” “Not a problem,” I answered, “Just glad I saw you there before I left.” “Yeah, we’d have been stuck there till the spring thaw,” Phil said, slapping her hand on my thigh, “I’d have had to eat Ashley to survive,” she laughed. “What escort bursa makes you think you’re the one who’d be doing the eating? Maybe I’d have had to eat you,” Ashley protested. Phil shook her head, “Nah, I’m the survivor, you’re definitely the one who gets eaten.” “As if! Which one of us do you think would survive, Randy?” Ashley asked, trying to drag me into their lighthearted dispute. “Whichever one is smart enough to go back inside, where there’s food, shelter, heat, and beds,” I shrugged, feeling a little uncomfortable, having Phil’s hand on my thigh. I didn’t think she was coming on to me, but it seemed like an unusually intimate thing for a young woman to do with an old fart she had just met. “There you go. I’d survive cause I’m the smart one,” Ashley stated, triumphantly. “Not if I kill you before you reach the door,” Phil retorted. The girls fell to laughing and jostling each other. Phil’s hand slid up and down my thigh as they tussled. I had not felt a woman’s touch since Kate’s passing and held my breath as I was reminded of the sensation. We arrived at Ashley’s house safely and she invited me in to warm up with a cup of coffee, but I declined as it was going to be a long drive home with the poor road conditions. Ashley thanked me for the ride and wished me a merry Christmas, and Phil did the same, kissing me on the cheek before sliding out of the truck. I was too surprised by the kiss to say anything, but waved as the door slammed shut. I waited until the girls were safely inside before I put the truck in gear and backed out of the driveway. The snow and wind had really picked up and I could barely see past the hood as the truck plowed through the deep drifts. I hadn’t seen a storm like this since the blizzard when I was a teenager. About halfway home, I hit a particularly deep drift that sent the truck sliding sideways. A second drift spun the truck back the opposite direction and off the road into the trees. The truck bounced down the embankment, tossing me about the cab and bashing my head into the side window. The truck came to a violent halt as a large branch crashed through the passenger window missing me by a fraction of an inch. I was a bit woozy from the blow to the head, but otherwise uninjured.

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