On Christmas morning, the greatest gift under the tree wasn't wrapped in paper. It was the sight of Leo asleep on the sofa, clutching a wooden train Arthur had carved years ago for a son who had long since grown up.
The first two days were a standoff of sorts. Leo wanted tablets and cartoons; Arthur wanted silence and the morning paper. The house felt too small for the both of them. A Grandpa For Christmas
As they sat by the fire, drinking cocoa that was mostly marshmallows, Leo looked up at him. "You’re pretty good at this, Grandpa." On Christmas morning, the greatest gift under the
Arthur felt a tug in his chest he hadn't felt in decades. He realized then that being a grandpa wasn't about having the right toys; it was about being the keeper of the magic. Leo wanted tablets and cartoons; Arthur wanted silence
"Leo," Arthur said, his voice gravelly but warm. "Grab your coat. We have work to do."