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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: The Reason for the Season of Christmas (12/04/08)

TITLE: The Reason for the Season of Christmas (i)
By Tasha Reed


By God placing his children at the right place at the right time, it was evident to Ben, by the stress on his wife’s face she tried so hard to conceal, that she desperately needed a night out. Just the two of them. And finally, those late nights, long hours and monthly travels were about to pay off.

“The wine list sir?” the server said.

“No thank you, a bottle of your Cakebread Chardonnay please.”

“Excellent choice sir.”

“Wow Hunny,” Beth said, “you bring us to my favorite restaurant, order my favorite wine… What’s the news…?”

“Why does there have to be any news? Can’t I just take my beautiful wife out to dinner because she’s the best wife any man could have?”

“If this is what you want me to believe...”

Sitting beside a large bay window, a glow on Ben’s face lit his eyes up like the sun setting on the snow. “After ten years, the office space I’ve been wanting has come available. I’ve submitted my notice to the firm and taking my clients to my own private practice. Meaning… more money and more time with you, instead of spending it on the road.”

“Oh wow! Congratulations Hunny. See… you can do anything you put your mind to. I’m happy for you--”

“For us—”

“Yes, just as long as we have our Sundays--”

The server brought their wine, went through the presentation of opening the bottle, poured a little in the glass for Ben’s approval… “Our Sundays…” Ben said as he swirled the wine and put it up to his nose and tasted. “It smells and tastes great.”

The server proceeded to pour their glasses. The aromas tickled Beth’s nose with sweet sensations. She could hardly keep from grabbing the glass, but drinking was out, of course, she wanted to do everything right.

“Yes, our Sundays. So we can go to church. You said you would try and go. Are you reneging on me?”

“Hun… let’s toast. I told you before we married… I’m not a church kind of guy.”

Beth slowly put her glass up to Ben’s. And with razor sharp knives in her eyes, stared into his. “You also said you would try. Did you lie to me or what?”

Ben pulled his glass away and drank. Without taking the slightest sip, Beth put her glass of wine down, accidentally knocking over her glass of ice water onto the table. Cubes of ice and water poured into her lap. Two servers rushed over as Beth gasped at the coldness of her soaked cream satin dress clinging to her legs. Ben jumped up with a smile on his face, patting Beth off with his napkin. Beth slapped his hand and he gently grabbed her arm, looking into her eyes he said, “I will still try. Be patient, I’m just now getting used to the praying at dinner.”

Beth eased up her tension and conversation over dinner was pleasant. Part way through dinner, Ben finishing his second glass looked at Beth’s glass.

“You’ve barely touched your wine. Are you alright?”
Clearing her throat. “Oh yes, for some reason the water goes better with the lobster.”

“We’re out having your favorite dinner in this high end restaurant, having your favorite wine and you’re telling me the water goes better. You must be sick.” Ben cleared his throat.

Dipping a chunk of Lobster tail into the butter she looked up and saw Ben’s discontented face. “Well… this is your evening and I want you to enjoy the wine.”

“Beth, that’s why it’s called a celebration, we’re celebrating. If I wanted to drink alone we could have stayed at home.”

“Well then. If you really want to celebrate… celebrate the fact that your child is in my belly.” A moment of silence went by…

Ben jumped up spilling his glass of ice water onto the table. The servers rushed over. “Whew hoo! What— are you...?” He sat down. “Why didn’t you say something before—?”

“Hello, this celebration was about you. Besides… I was hoping to get two dinners instead of one.” They laughed uncontrollably. Looking into each other’s eyes they said, “I love you”.

“Is this why you’ve been so stressed?”

“Yes. I was afraid we couldn’t afford an addition to our family.”

“My love, not only has God blessed us with his Son, the reason for the season of Christmas, he has blessed us with a child of our own.

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Joanne Sher 12/14/08
Good details here. I enjoyed the banter back and forth.

I got a bit confused at the end as far as who was speaking. That last line seemed more in character character with the woman, but I got the impression it came from the man.

Thank you for sharing. I enjoyed this.