The chilly moist air was biting at his face as John hurried through the mall parking lot.The chilly moist air was biting at his face as John hurried through the mall parking lot. A heavy rich aroma from the many wood burning fireplaces filled his nostrils, the grey foreboding sky added to the message that a huge snowfall was to come. It was almost Christmas and John had bought his annual gifts for his special "girl". The packages he struggled with were filled with lacy lingerie from the Mothercare store and on the hanger he clung to so tightly was the his often wished for red velvet maternity dress. In the infants department he had seen all the velvet dresses lined up, green ones, red and purple, all waiting for some mother to take them home for their little girls christmas finery. The red ones with the square lace collars were by far the prettiest and he could only wish one would fit. |