As you were decorating the Christmas tree while gleefully humming a song, as you picked up the little sparkly trinkets to put on the tree.

You thought about the war your husband was in. How dreadful it was. You only wished that he would spend Christmas with you.

Suddenly a two large hands grab your shoulders and turns you around.

“I’m back..” he says with a playful smirk.

Without another word your husband pulls you in for a kiss.