*~*Zachary's POV*~*
"Daddy! Zachy!" Reeselynn squealed for us the moment she was in sight of the Christmas tree. "It's so pretty!" She had, of course, seen the tree before, but not with the presents. Not to mention that Dad only lit the candles occasionally. All the other times, the lights were from the bulbs that adorned the massive pine tree.
"It is pretty, isn't it Sweetheart." Dad said as he scooped Reeselynn into his arms and looked up at the twinkling crescent moon and star combo that topped the tree. It was made of delicate crystal, a gift given to my mom years and years ago. "I love this time of year." There was that little kid look on Dad's face again, this time of year he often looked like a much younger man, not the near mid-fifties he truly was. Then again, Dad would never look his age, since we were all immortal. Or should I say extremely long-lived. We could still die, just not easily.
