They’d been in the hills all day, looking for the perfect Christmas tree. Finally, Lori and her father made a decision and he chopped it down. They dragged it back to the car, lashed it to the top, and settled back inside.
“This is the best part of Christmas,” Lori said, buckling her seat belt.
“Better than presents?” He started the engine.
“You do like being outside, don’t you?”
“Being outside together.”
He drove silently for a long while, then he asked “How would you like to go ice fishing on New Year’s Day?”
“Oh Daddy, could we?”
Copyright © 2014 Loretta Miles Tollefson