“Fine, turkey it is then.”
Feeding Tabitha did not use up as much time as Ronnie would have liked. When the grandfather clock chimed the eight o’clock hour, the anticipation was killing her. “I think it is late enough, don’t you, Tabitha?” She reached down and scooped the cat up in her arms. “Let’s go wake Mommy so she can see all the pretty presents, hmm?”
Ronnie set Tabitha down at the foot of the bed and crawled in next to the sleeping woman.
“Rose? Rose, time to wake up.” A gentle nudge to the shoulder. “Rose? It’s Christmas morning. Don’t you want to get up and open presents?”
“Hrmmphf.”
“Come on, it’s time to get up. You don’t want to waste the whole morning in bed, do you?”
Sleepy green eyes slowly revealed themselves. “What time is it?”
“Eight.” The eyes snapped shut and the young woman let out a groan. She pulled the blanket up over her face only to have a stronger hand pull it back down.
“But it’s Christmas. You can’t sleep in on Christmas.” Ronnie hopped off the bed and pushed the portable commode over. “Come on, up and at ‘em.”
Rose gave one more groan but slowly opened her eyes, deciding Ronnie was entirely too chipper in the mornings…until she realized what morning it was. “Oh God, it’s Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas,” Ronnie chuckled, pulling the blanket out of the way and laying on her side, using her elbow to prop her head up. “It’s a beautiful morning and it would be a crime to let you sleep through it.”
“How long have you been up?”
“About an hour and a half.”
“I’m surprised you waited this long.” Ronnie was about to defend herself when she saw the twinkle in Rose’s eyes. She pounced playfully on the smaller woman, the two engaging in a brief tickle fight. “You are ruthless,” Rose said when they finally broke apart.
“Well, I guess you’re awake now, aren’t you? I’ll just leave you to take care of business.”
“Uh, okay. I’ll just be a couple of minutes.”
“Sure, just give a shout when you’re ready. I’ll bring your coffee into the living room. You can drink it and open presents at the same time, can’t you?”
Rose listened carefully until she was certain Ronnie was not coming right back, then she retrieved the small present hidden in the drawer of the night stand. An unexpected fear passed through her. Suddenly, the pen and pencil set she had Karen pick up for her did not seem such a great gift after all. If Ronnie wanted one, she would have had it by now. Maybe she did not like mechanical pencils because she could not bite them. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she grumbled to herself before setting the gift down on the stand and pushing herself over to the commode.
Fifteen minutes later she was dressed, wearing a light beige shirt Ronnie had insisted on giving her. Rose did not believe for a minute that it was too small for her benefactor, as it hung a good eight to ten inches past her own hips and the cuffs had to be folded over several times before she could see her fingertips. Still, it was given to her by Ronnie, and like the Dartmouth nightshirt, it was something Maria was hard pressed to get away from her long enough to wash.
A final run of the brush through her hair and Rose was ready. She set the present on her lap then covered it with the quilt before calling out. A few seconds later Ronnie appeared. “Ready?”
“I guess so.” She forced a smile to her face., she silently prayed as Ronnie helped her into the wheelchair and guided her out of the room.
The large pile of presents spilling out from under the tree captivated Rose’s attention as Ronnie helped her into the sunken level of the living room. Even when she stayed with a family of five one Christmas, the young orphan had never seen so many presents stuffed under the tree. She recognized the large, flowing style of Ronnie’s handwriting on all the gift tags. “Is your family coming over today?”
“No. I have to go see Susan’s family later, but no one’s supposed to be stopping by. Why?”
Her expression became even more puzzled. “Well, aren’t those their presents?” Ronnie gave a short laugh and squeezed her arm.
“No. They’re yours.”
Rose’s eyes grew wide as saucers and for a few seconds she forgot how to breathe.“Yyou mean…?” Giving up on speech, she merely pointed at the presents.
“Yup, they’re all for you.” Ronnie’s brow crinkled. “Is something wrong?”
“N-no…I…” She looked up at the most important person in her life as a pair of tears slid down her face. Rose had to fight to keep her lip from quivering. “I never…all those…for me…” She reached out and was met halfway, enfolded in strong, comforting arms. “Oh Ronnie.”
“Shh, I’ve got you.” Ronnie left one arm around Rose’s back and used the other to stroke her hair.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking about how many there were. I just kept seeing things I thought you’d like and bought them.”
“B-but I only got you one…”
“Shh.” She put her fingers to Rose’s lips. “It’s the thought that counts, not anything else.” Wiping away a tear streak with her thumb, Ronnie spoke again. “One gift from you is worth a thousand from anyone else, got that?”
The blonde head moved with a shaky nod. “Can I give you my gift first?”
“You know what…” Ronnie wiped away the other streak from Rose’s cheek. “I’d rather wait until after you open your presents. Would that be okay?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” She stood up and reached for the handles of the wheelchair.
“Where are we going?” Rose asked with some surprise when she felt herself moving.
“It’s Christmas. You’d be much more comfortable on the couch and I’m tired of kneeling. Come on, we’ll sit back and drink our coffees, then open presents.”
Rose was just settling on the couch when they heard a crash from behind the tree. “What the…?” Ronnie exclaimed. She got her answer a second later when Tabitha came tearing out from under the tree and raced into the kitchen. Before either could speak, the orange and white blur returned and dove back into the mountain of presents.
“What’s wrong with her?” Rose asked, concerned. “I’ve never seen her move so fast before.”
“I think…” Ronnie crossed the room, knelt down, and began moving presents out of the way.
“Yup…Tabitha, you greedy little girl.” She moved back to let the younger woman see. The cat was lying on her back, batting at an ornament ball dangling above her. “Your little baby there got into her Christmas present.” She reached in to retrieve the package only to have her wrist caught between Tabitha’s front legs. “Don’t you even think about clawing me,” she warned while slowly trying to pull her hand back. Soft paws revealed their weapons, the claws pressing against her skin until she stopped moving. Tabitha looked up at her for a second, then began purring and licking Ronnie’s wrist. “Miss Grayson, I do believe your cat is stoned out of her mind.” She pulled out the bag of catnip. It was still wrapped in festive green paper, except for the prominent piece missing where it had been chewed into.