“Dad, what should I get Ian for Christmas?”
I’d been going through my social media when James interrupted me with a question I didn’t think I’d ever hear. “Did you ask him?”
“No. I didn’t want to spoil the surprise.”
“You two have been fighting like cats and dogs since you were little. Normally, we have to force you two to buy a present for each other. Why do you want to know now?”
“Sometimes, he helps me when I ask and does it without any drama.”“Is that all?”
James sat next to me. “No. When he went to visit Aunt Debbie in Texas, it was too quiet while he was gone. I felt like something was missing and didn’t like it.”
Some cases of sibling rivalry can last a lifetime. Maybe theirs wouldn’t.
“So, what could I get Ian for Christmas?”
“What do you think he’d want?”
James rose and paced around the room. “Maybe a video game?”
“What kind of video game?” I had some pretty strict rules about those time thieves and would not let some in under my roof, no matter how old the boys were. “Would you two be able to play together?”
“He doesn’t like what appeals to me.” James gave a big sigh. “He likes horror and I don’t.”
“I’d rather Ian moved away from that stuff anyway. Do you have any other ideas?”
After a moment, James brightened. “I know! Some equipment for his living history impression!”
“That’s a great idea, James. Let me think.” I ran my fingers through my beard. “How about a candle lantern, a wool blanket and an antique knife and fork set?”
“Yeah! Thanks, Dad. I can hardly wait to see his face on Christmas!”
I’d waited over 20 years for this moment. “Me too, James.”