Based on "A Visit from Saint Nicholas" by Clement Clark Moore'Twas a night like any other, when all through our homeThe family was silent; so I knew I could roam.I crept out of my bed and tiptoed down the stairsFor Becky, my sister, had big plans elsewheres.She and some. Okay,this looks good, I'll keep the chair warm, you can go get them in." Hersmile broadened as she sat down. "It being your turn to buy and all ..."I nodded my acquiescence and headed to the bar. I was now getting asmall amount of pocket money from the College and it was actually quitenice to be able to buy stuff again. I ordered a bottle of our favouriteriesling and was just about to pay for it when a voice beside me asked:"Any chance we can take care of that and help you two gorgeous. "I think I have my answer. When can we get married?"My mind was in a turmoil as she looked across the table at me smiling."There are two conditions that we must agree on first. One is that our marriage vows will be sacred and second that my ministry must take priority over everything in our lives." I agree to love and cherish you for the rest of our natural lives and I will give up my job to work together to make your ministry a reality. Will that be satisfactory?" Very satisfactory."she. Or a frowning one. Nor, he had to admit, did he like seeing her and Don exchange a tender kiss. That was just pure jealousy, though. What they had seemed real, honest.Nothing like what awaited him.Lessa turned back to Sean as she broke the kiss, an arm staying around Don. The shorter boy, in a display nobody would have thought possible for either when this all started, cupped her breast."Sean," Lessa said, voice disapproving, "used me again."Don's eyebrows rose slightly at that, but a smile.Read More