There was still something on her mind.
The snow had stopped falling.
Compared to all the excitement earlier, it
was now a silent night.
"That is so pretty!" she said. "For me?"
As she spoke, the snow fell off her lips and Henry could see her smile.
"Merry Christmas, dear Wiggle," said Henry.
"I just felt like being with an old friend.
"I miss her too," said Wiggle, knowing that
Henry was missing Guinness on their first Christmas without her.
"I just wish she were here," he said.
"How do you know she isn't?" smiled Wiggle.
"Do you see what I see?"
"The memory of everyone we love lives on in
our hearts," said Wiggle, "just like the stars in the sky. They go
Henry noticed the little angel at the top of
the tree. It reminded him of Guinness too.
"Everything still reminds me of her," he said.
"It feels like she is always here."
"And that is the greatest gift of all," said
Wiggle. "That is the gift of love."
"Hey, let's go out with Henry and Wiggle and
sing her a song!" said the girls.
Patrick grumbled a little because he wanted
to go to bed like the terriers, but it was Christmas after all. "It's
not a skirt," he told himself. "It's a cape!"
Henry didn't say a word, but motioned to Patrick
with his eyes, as if to say, "do you see what I see?"
Patrick smiled. He saw it too.
He smiled back at Henry in acknowledgment.
She tried as hard as she could to stay awake
to hear Santa.
"He has to be here any minute," she thought.
She believed that this year she WOULD stay
awake long enough to see his roof top arrival.
But just like all the other years, Wiggle was
fast asleep when he arrived.
(When Santa finally did get there, old Wiggle
was snoring away!)