Baby It’s Cold Outside

By, Nan Claire Falkner

“I’m freezing!” Ann said rubbing her arms.

“Sorry about the furnace honey.  Guess we’ll have to sleep by the fireplace tonight.”

“Ooooh you rascal – okay you’re on!”  The couple had enjoyed many Christmas days for 46 years having two sons, two beautiful daughters-in-law and six wonderful grandchildren.

But this year was going to be a lonely one for Alan.  Ann had lived twenty-one years with the horrid reality that each year, could be her last.  Now that she was gone, nothing seemed the same.  The Christmas songs brought tears to his eyes.

He looked up and whispered “Merry Christmas my love.”