ok so feeling a little better now. on couch with laptop and gonna catch up then doze a little.
Kyle stood next to Holly as they looked in wonder at the tree under the pagoda in the centre of the park. It towered above them and the lights and coloured baubles sparkled against the winter snow. Next to it sat a table with cards for Christmas wishes. Several children were making long lists of what they wanted Santa to bring them. Kyle had done the same every year since a small child. The feelings of nostalgia it provoked never changed. Would she think him silly, or would she fill one in, too?
Holly shoved her hands into her pockets. "The tree's beautiful. It puts mine to shame."
Kyle raised an eyebrow. "I think your tree is awesome."
"Uh huh. Not compared with this."
"Compared to mine it is."
"That's because you don't have one."
He hesitated for a moment then pointed a gloved finger at her, his breath hanging on the frosty air. "That'd be it."
Holly tugged her hat down over her ears. "Probably."
Kyle picked up two of the cards and offered her one. "Make a Christmas wish."
"Wishes are for children." She refused to take the card.
Kyle's brow creased. "Then I guess I'm a child." He put his card on the table and picked up a pen, refusing to let her dampen his spirit. "Come on, what's the harm?"
"It's a waste. Not like I'm going to get anything I want. I told Stacey that Santa doesn't exist so there is no point."
"Maybe not. But it's Christmas, Holly. A time for miracles." He could see her wavering and persisted. "Do it for me. Please. It will shut me up."
"It will shut you up?"
"My niece uses that line all the time. It always works."
She raised an eyebrow. "Can you do puppy dog eyes, too?"
Kyle laughed and obliged, rewarded by a smile. He offered the card again. Holly took it and closed her eyes briefly, before she started writing. Kyle watched her for a moment and then wrote his own. He posted it into the box and looked at her. "So what did you wish for?"
"That'd be telling." Holly posted her card into the box.
He checked his watch. "I should be getting back. I've got a perm to do. What are you doing next?"
"I'm going home to put my feet up and watch a film on TV. The movie channel is showing Christmas movies all day long."
"May I walk you to your car?"
He walked next to her, his hand so close to hers it was almost touching. He longed to take hold of it, but didn't want to presume. After a moment, he slid hands into his jacket pockets. They reached her car.
"Thank you," she said smiling at him.
Holly got into the car and started to close the door. On impulse he reached out and caught hold of it. It was now or never. "Holly?"
She looked up at him. "Yes?"
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