Christmas Memory
The sun was setting, and the room was illuminated only by the lights on the Christmas tree and streaks of orange and pink on the horizon, but Helen could plainly see the love in both of their eyes as they turned to face each other, hands intertwined.
“I love you, Memory,” Dak said, drawing closer to her.
“I love you, too. This has been the best year of my life because I got to spend it with you, and I know that this will be the best Christmas, too.”
“I can’t wait to make lots more Christmas memories with you.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. All three birds broke out into a happy song, unable to keep their joy in any longer.
Dak pulled away, and Memory turned her head towar
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