Five Miracles Until Christmas

First Miracle - December 20

The sun was rising on the horizon when Margareth opened her eyes. She turned around to find her husband looking at her. The clock on the bedside table read 6:06 am.

"What are you doing awake so early, honey?", his wife asked as she made her way closer to him, resting her head on his chest as he combed her messy hair with his long fingers.

Harrison sighed and replied, "I have been thinking about some things recently, and couldn't sleep well."

"Thinking about what?"

Her husband came even closer, kissed the top of her head and said, "Thinking about things like work, our family, the proximity of another Christmas that will come and go meaningless like the last couple of years. I miss the times when everyone was reunited and we had a good time celebrating with our friends and family. We would eat, exchange stories, swap gifts around the tree..." He shook his head and smiled with the happy memories that filled his mind. "That times were the best. I would love to have that again."

Margareth was looking at her own fingers, tracing circles on her husband's chest, at the same time she heard what he had to say. "Well, you know that we can do our part, but it depends on other people too. There are other that have to collaborate with their parts too. We can do it here, like it always were. If you'd like to invite some people, you can. But you know I do it every year, and I just end up disappointed and with a house full of food that no one came to eat." She said sadly.

Some minutes of silence settled between them after that.

"Do you want to try? I'll call and confirm the presences. We'll do it like old times. What do you think?" Harrison proposed with a happy glint in his eyes.

His wife lifted her head from his chest, grining. "Are you sure?" Receiving a nod at her question, she gave him a light peck and said, "Okay. Let's give it a chance. Don't get your hopes up, though. Prepare yourself for anything."

"I know, darling." Harry rolled his eyes and pushed his wife away gently before placing his body over hers whilst he tangled their legs under the covers. "Can you be a little more optimistic about this?" Harrison started to kiss her neck as his hands caressed her waist and thighs.

His wife let out a blissful sight in pleasure and pulled his head up to plant a passionate kiss upon his lips. "Wasn't last night enough, Harry? You know I can't say no when you do things like this." She whispered near his ear before pecking his jaw. "And you know Jake can wake up."
As his hands went to her breasts, she grabbed it and shook her head, not now, Harry.

Her husband put his head on her chest and sighed. "Alright, but don't think you'll be able to scape later." He said with a wink and sat up on the bed. "What about we start with a good breakfast? I'll make the pancakes and you wake up the kids. I want everyone down there in ten minutes." He kissed her forehead and made his way downstairs.

Margareth smiled while she followed her husband with her eyes. What must have happened for this sudden attempt to save Christmas?

She didn't care if it was a silly dream or if their efforts were in vain in the end. She needed to believe. It was Christmas and the hope is the last one to die.

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Her peaceful sleep was disturbed by a knock on her bedroom door.
"Johanne! Wake up. Your father decided that today was a great one to caught up with the Christmas spirit and he wants everyone downstairs." Her mother said loudly to be heard through her locked door.
She was about to close her eyes and ignore the damn Christmas spirit when, "Ten minutes, Johanne!" Margareth screamed.