(Christmas Waits) For One Man
Percy couldn't believe he was finally going home. After all this time, he was going to see his mother and step-father again. He had missed Christmas, and he was disappointed. But that would not stop him from enjoying his time at home.
He stepped through the door to find a flurry of red and green. His nostrils were (pleasantly) assaulted by the smell of chocolate chip cookies, and he made his way from the kitchen into the living room. In the corner of the room there, adorned in ornaments that brought back all the good memories from his childhood and blue and soft white lights, was a 7-foot Christmas tree. The star on top beckoned to him, and there were still presents wrapped underneath the lowest branches. The stockings were still hung on the entertainment center beneath the TV.
Percy suddenly found himself wrapped in a tight embrace by his mother, and he could barely hold back the tears of joy.
"Percy!" she exclaimed. "You're home!"
"Yeah, I am," he said. "It looks like Christmas in here. How did you keep the tree alive this long?"
"That doesn't matter now," Sally said. "All that matters is that you're here now, and now we can celebrate."
"I don't have a gift for you or Paul," Percy started.
"You are our present," she interrupted. "Nothing could be better." Percy couldn't help the grin that spread across his face, and he hugged his mother again. This time, he didn't try to hold back the tears that were forming.
"I thought I missed Christmas," he admitted.
"Well," she said, "Christmas waits for one man, and that man is you."
It's short, but it does the trick. Merry Christmas.