Arthur had spent the day bustling around town, picking up gifts for his friends and family, wrapping them with care and precision. As the evening settled, he thought of Rosa, hoping for a card that hadn't yet arrived. He knew the postman wouldn't come again until the 27th, and the thought left him with an ache of disappointment.
Lying in his bed, Arthur tried to push the thoughts away, but the absence of Rosa's card gnawed at him. "Why hadn't she sent a card, or at least told me she wouldn't?" he whispered to himself, staring at the ceiling. Memories of the past filled his mind, memories of Christmases spent reading Rosa's beautifully written words, the way she always made the holiday feel special.
Despite the lingering disappointment, Arthur fed his pets and wished them a Merry Christmas. The small traditions were comforting, yet the lack of Rosa's card left a void. He couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy as he opened his presents. The cider from Santa sat unopened, a reminder of happier times.
Arthur lay in bed, his mind drifting back to the school days when he first met Rosa. Her cards had always been the highlight of his holiday, filled with warmth and personal touches. "I should have known this year would be different," he muttered, feeling the weight of the season's expectations.
Arthur paused at the mailbox, his heart lifting as he saw the sparkly, perfumed card nestled among the usual letters. It could only be from Rosa. His fingers trembled as he opened it, reading her familiar handwriting. "Merry Christmas," it began, followed by a message filled with her usual charm and love.
With the card clutched in his hand, Arthur opened the door, eyes widening in disbelief. There stood Rosa, dressed in a postman's uniform, a playful grin on her face. "Merry Christmas," she said, her eyes twinkling. In that moment, the days of disappointment faded away, replaced by the joy of their reunion. They embraced warmly, the festive spirit rekindled by her unexpected presence.
