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Authors: Jason Nichols
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hon, what’s going on?” asked Jamie when he answered the phone.
Chris said, “I just got off the phone with Deputy Clark. They finally got that fake bodyguard who was at my house and kidnapped you. We finally got all of them wrapped up.”
Jamie laughed, his voice shaking just a little, relief evident. “Good. I am very glad. Anyway, I will be home in thirty minutes. Want me to pick something up to eat?”
Chris said, “No. Dinner will be ready by the time you get here. I gotta go now. I have some things to finish up here. Love you.”
Jamie thrilled to the sound of hearing Chris say that. “I love you too.”
Chris hung up the phone and turned around looking around him. The entire inside of the house had been decorated and Christmas lights were everywhere making everything sparkle. Statuary and wall decorations, new rugs on the floor, mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. There were even large stuffed Christmas animals placed all over the house on the floor and on random pieces of furniture. They had repositioned everything in the living room and placed a massive Christmas tree but it had yet to be decorated. All around it in boxes were decorations for the tree and some of them he had gone and picked up from Mrs. McCormick and others were his that had been sitting in his precinct. He had been planning on using them to decorate the station but figured they would be of better use here since they were childhood decorations and would help bring back some good memories for Jamie. The rest were new items. He was waiting for Jamie to get home to save this bit of decorating for the two of them.
He just hoped all of this wouldn’t send Jamie into a tailspin of anger because Jamie would see the outside decorations long before he saw the inside decorations. Every tree and fountain had been festooned with lights. The outside of the house was decorated and the expansive grounds had been covered with Christmas statuary.
Chris touched the mic at his ear and said, “Jamie will be here in thirty everyone. Let’s get this place cleaned up and get the table ready. I want this place smelling like Christmas and don’t forget, you are all going to sit at that table with us tonight. Mrs. McCormick will be here in about five minutes. Kevin, hit the music please.”
Soft Christmas music flooded through the house on the hidden speakers. Chris recognized the sound of Irving Berlin’s White Christmas sung by Bing Crosby. They had decided on his Christmas album to be playing softly in the background. At that moment the front door opened and Mrs. McCormick walked in, as soon as the door shut behind her Billy stepped up to take her coat. Lights started going off all over the house and candles were being lit. The soft glow of candlelight and the sparkling of all the Christmas lights made for a cheery atmosphere, especially once the smells of the dinner started permeating the air around them.
They were grouped near the front door singing along to Bing Crosby when the door opened and Jamie stepped inside twenty minutes later, his face registering shock. He closed the door behind him and while the staff continued singing softly in the background, Mrs. McCormick and Chris stopped singing and waited with baited breath for Jamie to say something.
“It’s beautiful! I am just glad I have a reason to start celebrating again,” he finally said. Everyone stopped singing long enough to cheer as Jamie hugged his mother and then Chris took him in his arms and dragged him under the closest bunch of mistletoe, tilted him backwards before kissing him long and deep.
Everyone cheered again and when Chris finally stood Jamie back on his feet he smiled and said, “Welcome home Jamie and Merry Christmas.”
THE LETTERS
Waking up the following morning Jamie smiled and stretched as he sat up in bed. He looked over to the other side of the massive triple king sized bed and frowned; Chris was not in bed and he wasn’t in the room either. He got out of
Chris said, “I just got off the phone with Deputy Clark. They finally got that fake bodyguard who was at my house and kidnapped you. We finally got all of them wrapped up.”
Jamie laughed, his voice shaking just a little, relief evident. “Good. I am very glad. Anyway, I will be home in thirty minutes. Want me to pick something up to eat?”
Chris said, “No. Dinner will be ready by the time you get here. I gotta go now. I have some things to finish up here. Love you.”
Jamie thrilled to the sound of hearing Chris say that. “I love you too.”
Chris hung up the phone and turned around looking around him. The entire inside of the house had been decorated and Christmas lights were everywhere making everything sparkle. Statuary and wall decorations, new rugs on the floor, mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. There were even large stuffed Christmas animals placed all over the house on the floor and on random pieces of furniture. They had repositioned everything in the living room and placed a massive Christmas tree but it had yet to be decorated. All around it in boxes were decorations for the tree and some of them he had gone and picked up from Mrs. McCormick and others were his that had been sitting in his precinct. He had been planning on using them to decorate the station but figured they would be of better use here since they were childhood decorations and would help bring back some good memories for Jamie. The rest were new items. He was waiting for Jamie to get home to save this bit of decorating for the two of them.
He just hoped all of this wouldn’t send Jamie into a tailspin of anger because Jamie would see the outside decorations long before he saw the inside decorations. Every tree and fountain had been festooned with lights. The outside of the house was decorated and the expansive grounds had been covered with Christmas statuary.
Chris touched the mic at his ear and said, “Jamie will be here in thirty everyone. Let’s get this place cleaned up and get the table ready. I want this place smelling like Christmas and don’t forget, you are all going to sit at that table with us tonight. Mrs. McCormick will be here in about five minutes. Kevin, hit the music please.”
Soft Christmas music flooded through the house on the hidden speakers. Chris recognized the sound of Irving Berlin’s White Christmas sung by Bing Crosby. They had decided on his Christmas album to be playing softly in the background. At that moment the front door opened and Mrs. McCormick walked in, as soon as the door shut behind her Billy stepped up to take her coat. Lights started going off all over the house and candles were being lit. The soft glow of candlelight and the sparkling of all the Christmas lights made for a cheery atmosphere, especially once the smells of the dinner started permeating the air around them.
They were grouped near the front door singing along to Bing Crosby when the door opened and Jamie stepped inside twenty minutes later, his face registering shock. He closed the door behind him and while the staff continued singing softly in the background, Mrs. McCormick and Chris stopped singing and waited with baited breath for Jamie to say something.
“It’s beautiful! I am just glad I have a reason to start celebrating again,” he finally said. Everyone stopped singing long enough to cheer as Jamie hugged his mother and then Chris took him in his arms and dragged him under the closest bunch of mistletoe, tilted him backwards before kissing him long and deep.
Everyone cheered again and when Chris finally stood Jamie back on his feet he smiled and said, “Welcome home Jamie and Merry Christmas.”
THE LETTERS
Waking up the following morning Jamie smiled and stretched as he sat up in bed. He looked over to the other side of the massive triple king sized bed and frowned; Chris was not in bed and he wasn’t in the room either. He got out of
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