AN: This turned out to be the hardest chapter to write! Thank you everyone who came along for this little journey, I actually thought I wouldn't be able to do it. Your reviews and messages have helped me through the most stressful season at work and encouraged me more.
'Twas the night before Chri
And all through the house,
Many people were bustling,
While Jane grumped and groused,
Smiles with gifts and good stories were shared,
And oft through the night she would catch Jane's stare,
While family, friends with joy galore,
Did lay about and play on the floor,
Jane had worked hard, even been good all year,
But she found it hard to join in the holiday cheer.
So she waited and waited, and waited some more,
Till she could wave them happily off through the door,
When the last had been hugged and said their goodnights,
Jane locked up the house and turned out the lights,
She ran through the house, up the stairs so fast
Hoping to make the rest of the night last.
Maura was laying high up on the bed,
A halo of blonde hair shining around her head,
A larger box was sat by her side,
Jane's smile grew impossibly wide,
It was the last of the boxes, she opened to look,
Yet inside she found a peculiar book,
"This last gift is for you Jane dear,
For those times when we cannot be near,"
Turning the pages Jane's jaw did drop,
For in each picture was Maura, not wearing a lot,
Her eyes took in the wonderful sights,
A thoughtful gift for rare lonely nights,
"But here I am with nothing for you,
To thank you for the wonderful things you do,"
With a smile so wide she whispered with glee,
"There must be something you have just for me"
Twas the night before Christmas,
And in one room in the house,
Two people indeed were stirring,
Even the clattering of reindeer couldn't drown them out
AN2: Merry Christmas everyone, even if you don't celebrate, stay safe, stay warm. Be well