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The smell of pine needles and peppermint always brings him back—not to the Christmases he spent as a father, but to the one where he finally learned how to be a grandfather.
Arthur realized then that he wasn't just "giving" Leo a Christmas. Leo was giving him a purpose. The house wasn't quiet anymore; it was full. He wasn't just an old man in a big chair; he was a storyteller, a cocoa-maker, and a protector of secrets.
Arthur felt a tug in his chest he hadn't felt in decades. He realized then that being a grandpa wasn't about having the right toys; it was about being the keeper of the magic.
For Arthur, the holidays had become a quiet routine of televised carols and store-bought fruitcake. That was until his daughter, frantic and overworked, dropped off seven-year-old Leo for a week. Arthur looked at the boy—all untied shoelaces and missing front teeth—and felt a sudden, sharp panic. He knew how to fix a leaky faucet or balance a checkbook, but he had forgotten how to see the world through the lens of wonder.
It changed on Christmas Eve. A heavy snow began to fall, turning the street into a blurred, white kingdom. Leo stood by the frosted window, his shoulders slumped. "Does Santa know where I am?" he whispered. "I'm not at my house."
