Evening fell on the apartment, and Linda and Ludvik crawled from bed. Ludvik places a call to order in dinner, so he and Linda can spend the evening trimming the tree.
“Dinner should be here in about a half hour. I hope Italian is okay with you.”
“When has this baby ever rejected Italian!” Linda exclaimed. “Where should we begin?”
“With the lights, I suppose?” Ludvik questioned. “They are usually the first thing to go on. Right?”
“Have you never decorated a tree?”
“Yes, I have. But back then, electricity did not exist.” A hearty chuckle escaping Ludvik.
Linda’s cheeks became a bit rosy at his remark. “You know I love when your cheeks turn red. It makes you glow more than you already do from being pregnant.”
Linda reaches up and gives him a quick peck on his lips. Then continues on trying to untangle her lights.
“By the way, how did you know where I store all of my holiday decorations?”
“The building basement was the first thought that popped into my mind. I got lucky.”
“I think I should be in charge of packing away the tree trimmings from now on.” Ludvik states as he holds up a large tangle of lights. Smirking, Linda throws a bow at him, as he continued on unknotting the lights.
They managed to get the tree lights straight and hung on the tree, before dinner arrived. Once it was there, they took a break and ate. Linda then made hot cocoa and they continued on with the decorating.
“I think this is the last box of ornaments,” Linda states.
“Oh, I’m not so sure about that. Look over in that other box one more time.”
Linda did as Ludvik asked, and there she found a new ornament. One Ludvik himself had picked out. She carefully opened the box, and took the small ornament out. She unwrapped it, and there hanging in her hand, was a mother to be sitting in a rocking chair, knitting a Christmas baby blanket, and the father leaning lovingly over her from behind. Inscribed on the bottom, “Our first Christmas together, Love Ludvik.”
“I sort of want to make it a tradition all our own.”
Linda’s eyes began to fill with tears. “It’s beautiful Ludvik, thank you. I like that idea. Our own traditions for our child.”
©2015 ML Steele