It's Christmas Eve! Decorations, cards, freshly baked cookies. Tomorrow we have a family dinner and will gather round. Christmas carols are playing in my headphones. Snow sparkles on the ground, lit by the Christmas lights. Everything seems perfect.
My husband gets off work soon. He works for a nurse line, so he is working today and tomorrow, Christmas Day. People don't stop getting sick over the holidays, so he is needed. He will come home, and we will laugh over YouTube videos and what the latest Star Wars news is. He will sing to me off key about cats, and I will giggle at his bad jokes.
He brought home an ornament from a gift exchange at work. I looked at it, said, "It's broke."
"It's broken." He had been careless bringing it home, and the top of the tiny Eiffel tower had come loose, along with a corner that cracked off. I took it out of the small gift bag in all its pink, sparkly glory. He took it from me and set it firmly on a sh