A Grandpa For Christmas Instant

It changed on Christmas Eve. A heavy snow began to fall, turning the street into a blurred, white kingdom. Leo stood by the frosted window, his shoulders slumped. "Does Santa know where I am?" he whispered. "I'm not at my house."

On Christmas morning, the greatest gift under the tree wasn't wrapped in paper. It was the sight of Leo asleep on the sofa, clutching a wooden train Arthur had carved years ago for a son who had long since grown up. A Grandpa For Christmas

The first two days were a standoff of sorts. Leo wanted tablets and cartoons; Arthur wanted silence and the morning paper. The house felt too small for the both of them. It changed on Christmas Eve