It was a cold and stormy night. There was a little girl sitting in her bedroom window, watching snowflakes fall to the ground. She had a sad look on her face as she thought about her father who was on a naval deployment.

“Alright, Paige it’s time for bed”, her mother said as she stood in the middle of Paige’s doorway. Paige turned around to look at her mother.

“Five more minutes please”, Paige begged.

“No, it’s time to go to bed now”, her mother answered.

Paige said sadly, “Okay” and climbed into bed. Paige called her mother, “Hey, Mom”.

“Yes, Sweetie. What is it?” her mother responded.

“Is Daddy going to be home in time for Christmas”, Paige asked.

“I don’t know for sure yet but, we could ask Santa in a letter”, her mother answered.

“Can we write a letter to Santa right now”, Paige asked.

“No, tomorrow morning will be better after we had plenty of rest”, her mother answered.

“When in the morning”, Paige asked.

“After we eat breakfast and get dressed”, her mother answered.

“I can’t wait to ask Santa to have Daddy home for Christmas”, Paige said.

‘Me too but right now it’s time to go to sleep”, her mother said.

“I guess so”, Paige said as she gave her mother a hug and a kiss good night.

“Good night, Sweetie”, her mother said at the doorway.

“Good night”, Paige said as her mother turned off the light.

With the morning sun in her face, Paige woke up to her mother cooking in the kitchen. Paige sat up in her bed and smelled the eggs, sausages, and toast. She remembered her father’s breakfast sandwiches that he makes for them. From time to time, he would fry eggs, sausages and put them in between toast. She climbed out of her bed and put her slippers on her feet. Paige walked to her bedroom door, opened it, and walked to the kitchen.

“Good morning”, Paige said.

“Good morning, Sweetie”, her mother said.

“Are you making Daddy’s breakfast sandwiches”, Paige asked.