'Tis the Season by Courtney Gray
I love stories where the Lads’ relationship is seen through someone else’s eyes. And so much the better when it’s followed from the very beginning to, well, not the end, but to another beginning.
Anson is our guide as Bodie and Doyle go from hating the sight of each other, to sharing a true and loving Christmas. The reader never sees more than Anson does, but that’s okay, because the love is truly there for all to see.
Moving to the door, Anson called back to them, "Take care of yourselves," he said, meaning it and knowing they would.
"'Tis the season," quipped Doyle with a chip-toothed grin.
"Happy Christmas," added Bodie.
"Same to you." With a smile, Anson pulled up the collar of his jacket, and walked out into the cold.
"To every thing there is a season And a time for every purpose under heaven…”
I love stories where the Lads’ relationship is seen through someone else’s eyes. And so much the better when it’s followed from the very beginning to, well, not the end, but to another beginning.
Anson is our guide as Bodie and Doyle go from hating the sight of each other, to sharing a true and loving Christmas. The reader never sees more than Anson does, but that’s okay, because the love is truly there for all to see.
Moving to the door, Anson called back to them, "Take care of yourselves," he said, meaning it and knowing they would.
"'Tis the season," quipped Doyle with a chip-toothed grin.
"Happy Christmas," added Bodie.
"Same to you." With a smile, Anson pulled up the collar of his jacket, and walked out into the cold.
"To every thing there is a season And a time for every purpose under heaven…”