Fear Can Turn To Love

Fear Can Turn To Love Epilogue

"Mommy! Daddy!" A young child by the age of four calls as he runs into his parents room. "He came! He came!" He giggled happily as he climbed up on the bed and began bouncing. "Wake up! Wake up!"

The mother of the happy child opened her eyes and smiled softly. "Who came?" She asked with a knowing smile.

"Santa Clause!" He said as he stopped bouncing and landed by her feet. "He came just like you and Daddy said he would!"

The woman laughed lightly and brushed her child's dark black hair, that he had inherited from his father, out of his eyes. "Is that so, Peter?"

The child nodded vigorously, "Yes, Mommy. Come look! Come look!" He said as he pulled on his mother's hand, trying his best to get her out of bed.

"Peter, darling, its too early to get up. Let your father rest for a bit more, alright?" She asked her son softly. "He had a busy day yesterday and-"

"But, not too busy to get up at three in the morning." Came a low voice from under the blankets.

"Daddy!" The boy cried as he climbed over to him. "Santa came! He really did!"

His father smiled and pinched his son's cheek. Thanking The Lord above that He had given his son his mother's looks and not his. He did that everyday. "He did?" The father asked, trying to act surprised for his son.

Peter nodded his head. "Yes!"

"I believe I have to see this for myself? Don't you agree, Christine?" The father asked his wife.

She nodded, "Yes, I believe I do too." She said with a smile as her and her husband got out of bed.

Before either of them could put on their robes, their child had already ran down the stairs and was calling for them.

"He has no patience." The father laughed.

"He gets that from you, Erik dear." Christine said as she kissed her husband mask-less cheek. Beyond happy that he never wore it in the house anymore.

"And I suppose he gets his sweet tooth from me too?" Her husband asked, teasing her.

"Hey!" Christine laughed, "I can't help it that he loves Nutella just as much as me."

Erik chuckled and shook his head. "It was on his Christmas list, Love. The first thing actually." He said as he took his wife's hand and lead her down stairs.

"And did Santa get it for him?" Christine asked as she and her husband sat down. "Wait and see." Erik said as he motioned for Peter to open his gifts.

Books.

Bicycle.

Roller Skates.

Kite.

Marbles.

Race cars.

Sure enough. The last gift Peter opened was a large jar of the heavenly goodness.

Completed on January 7th, 2015 at 5:01 P.M.