Italian’s Christmas Acquisition

Epilogue

ROCCO GREW TO love Christmas at Holiday House. It was cluttered and often noisy. Noelle’s mother always came to visit. Oftentimes there were guests. The rooms were small, and their children invaded their space frequently. But he had learned to love the chaos of it all. When Noelle had had their first child, he had realized he would never truly be in control of anything ever again.

To say that he had let it go graciously would be an overstatement. But he had love. So what else mattered?

Christmas Eve, ten years after their first Christmas, they walked through the snowy streets of Snowflake Falls, holding hot chocolate, their four children racing about in front of them and causing mayhem.

He stopped, and looked at the Christmas tree, at all the quaint buildings.

“You know what,” he said.

“What?”

“I love it here.”

Noelle’s eyes went wide with shock. “You do?”

“Yes. Because my family is here. And that means it is the most wonderful place on earth.”

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