Next Christmas
Four years after Alan Tyric died little girl Stacy says," Dad I want to know about Alan Tyric my other half of my DNA. I already know most things about you." The Juructer said," Oh Alan Tyric was a good man, I loved him for 30 years." Stacy asked," Can I have something of his for Christmas?" The Juructer took a deep breath and sighed. They looked at all of the pictures of he and Alan Tyric took. Stacy requested the back story behind each and every single one of the pictures. The Juructer tucked his daughter into bed and told her a Christmas story. The Juructer was sad that Christmas Eve night saying," Alan Tyric, you were my world for so long. I'm raising our daughter and I named her Stacy cause I agreed with you on her name. You are in my heart's Alan Tyric and I will never forget you." Stacy Watts had blessed dreams of her parents and the good work that she one day will live up to. The next day Stacy awakened to the smell of ginger bread cake and beef bacon. The Juructer had gotten all of the books Stacy had been wanting for a while. Stacy Watts hugged her Dad saying," Merry Christmas Dad, breakfast smells good." The Juructer said," Go look under the holo tree. There are presents for you to open." The Juructer smiled as Stacy saw the books that she was wanting to read. The Juructer said," I knew that those are books that have been on your mind. So tell me what you wanted to have that you didn't get this Christmas day?" Stacy replied," I wanted something of my other fathers." The Juructer replied," You know what's always a constant Stacy?" Stacy asked," so what is that?" The Juructer said," Next Christmas is what's always a constant."
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