"He could have just gotten you a necklace or something for Christmas," Audrey offered.
"Maybe, but I just have a gut feeling," Julia sighed.
"Me too, actually," Audrey said. "That boy is crazy about you. I'm surprised it took him this long."
I found Julia's hand next to me and squeezed it. "I'm so happy for you, Jules. He's a really great guy."
"Yeah," she sighed happily, "he really is."
After a minute of silence, I said, "God, I'm really going to be an old maid now."
Audrey giggled. "At twenty-five? I think you might have a few good years left in ya, sis, not to worry."
I shook my head, the branches tickling my nose again with my movement. "My eggs are drying up as we speak."
"Oh stop," Julia said. "Anyway, if you want to meet someone, you have to actually leave your apartment for more than work. From what you've told us, that's the only place you go!"
I sighed. "Yeah, yeah. I know. I get enough of that from Abby. I'm just too tired by the end of the day to want to do anything except collapse on my couch."
After another minute of silence, Audrey asked, "Any more wild p**n star weekends you haven't told us about? Not that I could take it if there were–you really turned my world upside down with that story." I could hear the smile in her voice though.
"Ha ha. You and me both. No. That was a one-time thing. Promise." I bit my bottom lip, wondering where Carson was celebrating Christmas.
I changed the subject. "Andrew would be twenty-four this year," I said quietly.
"Yeah," both girls said at once and we were all quiet for another minute.
"Ready?" I asked and started scooting out from beneath the tree.
Both girls followed suit and we sat up next to the tree, each of us grabbing the small box we had brought down, the second part of our tradition, our way of keeping our brother alive in our hearts.
I opened mine first. "Andrew was always a really good student. I said two years ago that I thought he'd be starting grad school. This year, I think he'd be graduating." I smiled and showed them the ornament with a small graduation cap and diploma. There were several like it on the tree indicating other graduations he would have celebrated.
Julia went next, opening her box. "Well, I said two years ago that I thought he'd follow in Dad's footsteps and go to the police academy after graduation. I think this year, he'd have gotten his first award for bravery in the line of duty." She grinned and so did we. She hung her ornament, a gold medal with the word, 'Congratulations' above it.
We both looked at Audrey, and she took her ornament out and held it up, a couple in wedding attire. "I think there would have been two weddings for our family this year," she said, tears in her eyes. We all hugged each other and shed a few tears and after a few minutes, we lay back down under the tree and continued whispering until our eyes were heavy and we dragged ourselves back up to bed.
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Carson
It was Christmas day, the shortest day of the year in Afghanistan. It was six o'clock in the evening and already pitch black outside, the sounds of the winter night desert picking up all around us. Four other SEAL's and I were sitting on the dirt floor of an abandoned cave in the mountains outside Kabul.
Noah Dean, my buddy since SEAL training, and the quietest of us all, had been assigned to the same platoon. When Noah spoke up, we all listened, knowing that if he took the time to say something, it was gonna be important. And there was Josh Garner from Dallas, a cocky shit-talker on the outside, but a man you could trust with your life if it became necessary. I knew that, because on several occasions, it had become necessary. Also, Leland McManus, our lieutenant, the son of a casino tycoon from Las Vegas, and Eli Williams who we nicknamed, "Preacher," because he was always saying some profound shit, even though he liked to talk smack as much as the rest of us.
We had just opened our MRE's and were "enjoying" what was our Christmas feast. Josh held up a spoonful of what looked like beef stew and stuck it in his mouth. "Cheers, ass**les, Merry Fucking Christmas," he said through his mouthful.
We all snickered and then raised our instant coffee up to each other. "Merry Christmas," was mumbled all around.
"God!" Eli moaned out, leaning his head back, "This is better than my mama's turkey and gravy!"
"Your mama must cook like shit then," Leland offered up.
Eli nodded over at him. "Yeah, I gave that one to ya, didn't I, asswipe? Merry Christmas. Consider that your gift."
Noah and I both shook our heads, me chuckling softly and Noah smiling.
"First thing I'm gonna do when I get back to the US of A is get myself the biggest, juiciest cheeseburger–maybe two," I said, looking suspiciously at the fruit dish.
"First thing I'm gonna do is get myself the biggest, juiciest pu**y–maybe two," Josh said, spooning some rice into his mouth.
Eli made a disgusted sound.
Josh looked over at him. "What? Don't tell me that just because you're married, you're looking forward to getting home to your wife so you can engage her in a good game of checkers?"
Eli chuckled. "No, but I don't talk about making love to my wife in vulgar terms. You'll see, intimacy with a woman you're in love with is the ultimate experience. You have no idea, you sorry f**ker."