|Copyright -Björn Rudberg|
It took me a long time to find the perfect Christmas tree, and it was no easy task to get it down to our house through our steep pathway. Watching my wife decorate the tree, made me smile realizing that all the effort I put did not go in vain.
"Dad, we do not have a glimmering star to put on top", my five year old came rushing to me.
"Darling, I have the perfect star for it!"
She and her mother watched as I climbed up the ladder to put our tiny family portrait on top of the tree.
This drabble (100 word fiction) is written for Friday Fictioneers, 26th December 2014.