Christmas Memory
She kept her voice down so no one else could hear and waited for him to tell her to stop.
He didn’t though. Instead, he grinned at her, his eyes sparkling through the falling snow, and sang along with her, mumbling through the words he still didn’t know so that he didn’t have to pull his eyes away to look at the songbook. The cold, the wind, even the snow, seemed to fade away, along with the crowd and the house in front of them, and for a moment, Memory felt like they were all alone, just the two of them, someplace warm, singing only to each other.
The song ended, the family on the porch clapped and thanked them, and Cindy started collecting songbooks as people headed to their cars. Memory l
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