The Christmas Letters

by Jenny Proctor

Tess is gorgeous. Like, tongue-stuck-in-my-throat-I-can’t-form-words gorgeous.

I hope to be a supportive husband someday. And I hope I have a supportive wife. But that isn’t all I want her to be. It’s about teamwork. And supporting each other’s goals and dreams and aspirations.

The thought sends a burst of excitement racing through me, making my hands tremble. I’ve only known it’s a possibility for a matter of seconds, but apparently, that’s all my brain needs to lock in on the idea and wish for it with all I’ve got. I really want it to be Tess.

I lean into him. Because I can’t help it. Because it literally feels like there’s a magnet pulling me toward him. “I

Man, I hate mean girls.

Or just a little bit of Christmas magic.