Home for Christmas...

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This story deals with PTSD, because we are losing TOO MANY to suicide (22 day), when help is available. If you know someone having problems, get them help, please!!!

Home for Christmas

The doorbell rang right at six o’clock on Christmas Eve, and John headed for the front door. “I’ve got it, Lisa.” He didn’t quite hear his wife’s response, but thought it was positive and his half smile bloomed into a wide smile as Rusty, their German Shepard’s claws came clicking from the back of the house. He wasn’t barking, but he was whining and bouncing a little. John opened the door and Rusty shot out the door, jumping first on one and then the other of the two men standing on the porch as their wives shrank back, laughing.

“Christopher Charles, Martin James, get in here, I’m not paying to heat the universe here!” He smiled at the wives and added, “Georgina, Moyra, just kick them out of the way. Lisa’s in the kitchen, down the hall to the left.”

They all came in with Rusty weaving between their legs and Georgina turned to CC. “Go get the food. I can’t believe you…” She shook her head and started back to the door, but CC beat her to it.

 “I’ll get it. If I’d tried to bring it in at first, Rusty would have been enjoying a fine meal of floordurves.” He ducked out the door as she playfully slapped at him. Then she and Moyra walked down the hall toward the kitchen.