The tree lighting ceremony was one of the town’s most beloved traditions, drawing families, friends, and couples from miles around.
Clara, bundled in her warmest coat, watched as the enormous pine in the town square was decorated with ornaments and twinkling lights.
Jack appeared beside her, holding two cups of mulled cider.
“Seems like the whole town’s here,” he remarked, his voice laced with amazement.
“Everyone turns out for this,” Clara replied, taking the cup he offered.
“My dad used to organize it.
I think people loved that he made it feel like Christmas belonged to all of us.”
Jack’s eyes softened as he looked at her.
“He sounds like he was an incredible man.”
She nodded, memories flooding back.
They fell into a comfortable silence as they waited for the tree to be lit.
When the switch was finally flipped, the lights illuminated the square, casting a warm glow over the crowd.
Children cheered, and couples held each other close, while Jack aimed his camera at the tree and snapped a picture.
Without thinking, Clara slipped her hand into his.
He looked at her in surprise, then smiled, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
She didn’t pull away.
Under the twinkling lights, they shared a quiet moment, feeling the magic of Christmas wrap around them like a blanket.
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A Winter's Promise
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