Rylie-May pressed her nose against the frosty window, her eyes sparkling with dreams of Christmas morning. The world outside was a wonderland, but her thoughts were fixed on a single wish—a bright red keyboard. She imagined the keys beneath her fingers, each note a step into a world of music she longed to explore.
Daddy, with his gentle voice and patient hands, sat beside Rylie-May on the couch. "What do you hope to find under the tree this year, Rylie-May?" he asked, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
"A keyboard, Daddy! A bright red one!" she replied, her voice full of excitement. "And will you teach me to play?" Her eyes were wide with hope.
Daddy nodded, wrapping an arm around Rylie-May's shoulders. "Of course, sweetheart. Music is a gift that lasts forever," he assured her, his words like a melody in the quiet room.
Rylie-May's heart swelled with joy, the promise of learning music a gift in itself. She imagined the two of them, side by side at the keyboard, creating music that would dance through the house.
Rylie-May awoke to the sound of laughter and the rustle of wrapping paper. She hurried down the stairs, her heart racing with anticipation. There, beneath the tree, was a large box wrapped in shimmering red paper.
With eager hands, she tore away the wrapping to reveal her heart's desire—a bright red keyboard. Her smile was radiant as Daddy knelt beside her, his eyes twinkling with delight.
Daddy sat with Rylie-May, his hands guiding hers over the keys. "Let's start with 'Jingle Bells,' shall we?" he suggested, his voice gentle and encouraging.
Rylie-May nodded eagerly, her fingers finding their place on the keys. As she played her first notes, the room filled with the sounds of Christmas cheer, each mistake met with a smile from Daddy.
Rylie-May leaned against Daddy, her heart full of happiness. The music they created together was more than just notes; it was a bond, a connection that would last beyond the holiday season.
"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered, her eyes heavy with contentment.
"The pleasure is all mine, Rylie-May," he replied softly, knowing that this Christmas, he had given her more than a keyboard—he had given her the gift of music.
