The Best Christmas Gift of AllThe Best Christmas Gift of All
Jason Campbell pulled into the hard-packed dirt driveway of his parent’s house on Brush Creek. It was later than he had hoped he would arrive, almost 9:30 p.m. The inventory had taken longer at the grocery store than he had expected. But he knew he shouldn’t complain. He was lucky to have gotten the part-time job over the three-week Christmas break from VPI. He sighed and laid his head against the steering wheel. Christmas Eve had always been such a joyous time. His two sister’s and their families would have traveled from Pulaski and Bristol and ordinarily the house would be filled with love, happiness and laughter. Now, he dreaded going into the house, but knew he had to.
This would not be the joyous Christmas Eve it usua
