A Grandpa For Christmas -

The first two days were a standoff of sorts. Leo wanted tablets and cartoons; Arthur wanted silence and the morning paper. The house felt too small for the both of them.

For Arthur, the holidays had become a quiet routine of televised carols and store-bought fruitcake. That was until his daughter, frantic and overworked, dropped off seven-year-old Leo for a week. Arthur looked at the boy—all untied shoelaces and missing front teeth—and felt a sudden, sharp panic. He knew how to fix a leaky faucet or balance a checkbook, but he had forgotten how to see the world through the lens of wonder. A Grandpa For Christmas

It changed on Christmas Eve. A heavy snow began to fall, turning the street into a blurred, white kingdom. Leo stood by the frosted window, his shoulders slumped. "Does Santa know where I am?" he whispered. "I'm not at my house." The first two days were a standoff of sorts