Flying
A few years later
Cassie had sent the favorite present that year. It was something she especially liked as well. It reflected the peace and also the sense of adventure that now filled her heart.
Jack O'Neill popped the DVD in the player and sat down again on the sofa, picking up the three year old girl and placing her in his lap. The only light on in the room, beside the TV, was from the Christmas tree and it's twinkling lights sparkled in the child's bright eyes. Sam, coming in from the kitchen, sat beside them. And as the music started, the little one tensed. With the words
"We're
walking in the air
We're floating in the moonlit sky
The people
far below are sleeping as we fly
I'm holding very tight
I'm
riding in the midnight blue
I'm finding I can fly so high above
with you"
she wrapped her daddy's arms around her, held tight to his hands and was ready to fly.
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Howard Blake - The Snowman - We're Walking in the Air
The End
A/N: I want to sincerely thank everyone who has read and/or reviewed.
This started out as a simple story about background music and became a tale of parents and their children, those of their body and those of their heart.