Love on Christmas

Abigail Edwards

My Christmas story has to do with love.

I had been dating the man who would become my husband for less than a year when I brought him home for a Christmas. It was a hard holiday that year, as my grandfather, a man I admired and loved very much, had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.

I brought my date in and introduced him to my mother and stepfather, to my grandmother and my uncle, but it was my grandfather who he spent the most of his time with.

My grandfather whose previously charismatic demeanor had turned pensive and quiet, opened up that evening. Upon learning my date was also a fellow Navy man, he shared story after story about his time at Pearl Harbor, his shipmates during WWII, and the stories were repeated many times throughout the night.

My date stayed next to him and listened and laughed while preparing cheeseball wedges on crackers for my grandfather.

He could have spent the evening talking to my affluent and charismatic uncle. Or to my mother and stepfather, with whom he should probably have tried to make sure he was in good graces.

But he stayed by my grandpa, making him laugh even though my grandfather would not remember the conversation had taken place.

There were many times in our relationship I fell deeper in love, and this was one of those times.

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About Abigail Edwards

Abigail Edwards was raised in the rolling hills of Northern California before moving to Buffalo where she went to University and met and married her husband. Two kids later they decided to move to a small town in Maine and raise their kids alongside goats, chickens and bees. No matter where she lived, books were her constant, and writing her creative outlet. She continues to live and write in the backwoods of Maine amidst her gardens and the chaos of family life.