*"I.....don't want a lot for Christmas"*, Adam carolled silently as he gently covered the small dining table with a white cloth.
In about an hour, the clock with ring to signify the advent of Christmas eve. A smile crept over his lips as it will also mark his and wife's wedding anniversary.
Not a year goes by that Adam forget to prepare a romantic dinner for them. It became a tradition for the two lovers, a moment of peace and warmth in their ever busy life.
A brief trip to their own quiet love-filled world.
Adam placed a chair, and a red floral ornate place mat on each end of the table and left for the kitchen. *"There is just...ooone thing i need.
"*, he sang as he walked out of the kitchen towards the table with utensils on hands.
*"I dooon't care about the presents."*, Adam continued as he placed knives and forks on the side of the place mats..
Lost in melody, a ding from the kitchen made Adam turn his head. It was ready. He rushed to the oven, and opened it. His eyes widened in satisfaction at the golden tone of his roasted turkey.
The smell alone made Adam's mouth watery. *"Uuunderneath the Christmas tree."*, he sang in content as he pulled the tray out of the sweltering oven and gently placed in on a plate.
*"I just want you for my ooown."*, Adam cut the turkey in servings and put them on two plates accompanied by vegetables, and mashed potato on the side.
Knowing that the food was perfect, he grasped the plates on each hand, and walked towards the table.
*"More than you could ever know."*
He set them down on the naperies and then settled a candle holder on the centre of the table. The preparations were complete. Adam leaned back and inspected the arrangement.
A content smile appeared on his face but it was swiftly taken by the knell of the clock. With a clang, all the christmas joy he felt was washed away by the raging torrent that is life.
With a heavy heart, he ambled to a side table, picked up a photo frame and placed it on the dining table, beside one of the plates. He sat on the other side and lit the candle.
Across him was a photo of his lovely wife, looking at him like she did when she was alive, young and beautiful.
Tears streamed down his cheeks as memories surfaced in his mind, gripping his heart with cold fingers.
*"Mak....make my wish come true."*, Adam briefly choked. His head sagged down at the weight of reality with aqueous eyes locked on her image.
*"All I want for Christmas...is you."*