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“Waverly! Jeremey! You made it!” Nicole could hear Chrissy Nedley shout across the yard all the way in the barn. Nicole had only been working at the Nedley Tree farm for a couple of weeks, but she had already learned that Randy Nedley’s daughter Chrissy had two volumes, deafening, and ninja silent.
Nicole’s curiosity about the commotion outside finally got the best of her. She stood up, setting down the harness, she had been repairing, on the workbench nearest the door. Leaning against the barn door frame, she surveyed the front part of the farm. She could see Chrissy’s blonde hair bouncing up and down as she animatedly chatted with a tiny brunette Nicole hadn’t seen at the farm before.
“Nicole, the guest, are starting to arrive. Is the sleigh ready?” Nedley called out, drawing her attention away from the girls.
“Come on, Comet, your fans are waiting,” Nicole said, turning to the stall next to her and grabbing the lead rope to lead the bay gelding out to the main yard to head the sleigh ride team.
“Randy, this place looks amazing. You outdid yourself this year.” The new brunette said, gesturing at various parts of the farm.
“Thank you, Waverly, dear. We had to step up our offerings this year. I mean, ever since the dang pumpkin patches started being more than just pumpkin picking, we humble Christmas tree farmers must find more and more inventive ways to convince people to spend the day out here. It’s no longer picking a tree, cutting it, going home, and putting it up. Nope, now we have Cocoa bars, sleigh rides, and ornament stations. You name it, and we probably have it.” Nedley’s frustration was evident in his voice as he stroked his mustache unconsciously.
“It looks great, Sir,” The young man who arrived with Waverly said as he locked arms with Waverly. Nicole thought she remembered one of the staff referring to him as Jeremy a couple of days ago when he was out here helping Robin paint the Coco bar.
“Thanks, Jer! Now you kids better go pick your trees before all the good ones are gone.” He said, smiling at them. “When you find your tree, wrap this ribbon around the truck of it, then come to find Chrissy or me, and we will send someone out to cut your tree for you.” He handed them both a ribbon that looked like it was made of candy canes.
~~~
“Did you find your tree, Waves?” Chrissy asked her friend, who seemed to be distracted and not by the Hot Chocolate in front of her.
“Huh?” Waverly was pulled out of her thoughts.
“Did you find a tree?” Chrissy repeated her question
“Oh, yeah, I did.” Waverly giggled, “I found several, actually.”
“That’s great, Waves, I bet it was hard to pick just one,” Chrissy said, smiling at her friend’s inability to make a decision on a Christmas tree each year.
“It was.” Waverly looked over towards the Sleigh rides noticing an unfamiliar redhead. “Chrissy who is the new farm hand your dad hired?” She said pointing over towards the sleigh rides.
Chrissy followed Waverly’s eye line, “Oh that’s Nicole. Nicole Haught, she is amazing with the horses”
“Chrissy,” Waverly admonished her friend, “Yes, she is Hot, but I didn’t expect you to say that.”
Chrissy burst out in laughter causing everyone to look over at her and Waverly, “No, that’s her name H-A-U-G-H-T” she said between breaths, “Not H-o-t.”
“Oh” Waverly whispered, feeling the warmth of blush creep up her cheeks, as she noticed a certain redhead look curiously over at them.
“I’m glad to know you think she’s hot, though. I was hoping you two would meet, but this is even better since she is the one who is going to cut your tree for you.” Chrissy continued to laugh at her friend’s accidental admission.
~~~
“Are you Nicole?” Waverly asked, already knowing the answer to her question.
“I am,” Nicole responded with a smile. “And you are?” she asked, pretty sure after staring at the smaller woman all day that her name was Waverly.
“I’m Waverly, but most of my friends call me Waves,” Waverly replied, smiling uncontrollably as she reached out to shake hands with Nicole.
Nicole sighed quietly in approval as she allowed their hands to connect, “That is a very pretty name, and it fits you.” She flirted before she could stop herself.
Waverly just blushed for a moment before remembering she was supposed to be asking Nicole for help with her tree. “Chrissy told me I needed to come to see you about getting help with the tree I found.”
Nicole smiled at the topic change, “I can definitely help you there.”
Waverly had picked out this beautiful seven-foot-tall Douglass fir. In Nicole’s opinion, it was the ideal Christmas tree. The kind you would see in the movies, or Christmas catalogs. They chatted a little about the tree, and how Nicole liked working for Nedley. Waverly even told her that the tree farm was his retirement plan after leaving the force. All in all, the conversation flowed smoothly, and Nicole didn’t want it to end.
~~~
“Waves, Hi!” Nicole said excitedly, “I didn’t expect to see you back here so soon.” She thought back to a few days ago when she first met Waverly.
“Yeah, I needed a couple more trees.” She responded bashfully, “Then I saw you over here getting the horses ready for the sleigh ride and realized I didn’t take one the other day.”
“More trees, huh?” Nicole inquired
“It’s a whole thing,” Waverly said, waving her hand dismissively. “Nice hat!” she pointed at the black and white buffalo plaid Santa Hat Nicole was wearing.
Nicole looked up, realizing she still had the Santa hat on. “Yeah, this was Chrissy’s idea of a Christmas tree farm uniform,” Nicole said mockingly.
“Well, I think it’s cute on you.” Waverly was the one who flirted this time.
Nicole beamed, her dimples on full display, as she finished the last few adjustments on the rigging for the horses.
“I’m surprised your boyfriend isn’t with you today,” Nicole finally said as she helped Waverly into the back of the sleigh.
“Boyfriend?” Waverly questioned
“Yeah, the dark-haired guy from the first time you were out,” Nicole said matter of fact like
“Do you mean Jeremy?” Waverly asked
“Yeah, I think that was his name,” Nicole answered as she thought back to the few times she had seen him around the farm.
Waverly started giggling, “Jer is one of my best friends, but he is definitely not my boyfriend. His boyfriend Robin might have something to say about that. You know the one who runs the coco stand?”
Nicole started to feel the blush rise up her face, “Oh I…I’m sorry, I just assumed.”
Waverly interrupted her, “It’s ok. I’m just not really interested in men,” she giggled softly at the thought “he has that covered for the both of us.”
Nicole made a non-committal noise acknowledging the new information she had just learned about Waverly but didn’t say anything.
“So, how did you get so good with horses?” Waverly said, breaking the silence
Nicole chuckled to herself “well, I kind of grew up with them. My grandfather used to have a team of 6 draft horses. He used them to work the farm. Every winter, he would hook them up to the old family sleigh, and we would go out as a family to gather firewood or just take a look at the fresh snow that had fallen the night before.” She continued, the memory still fresh in her mind after all these years. “It was Granny Haught’s favorite holiday tradition.”
“That’s a lovely memory. It’s nice you can carry on that family tradition for other families.” Waverly responded, knowing she was starting to fall for Nicole.
~~~
“Waverly? I didn’t expect to see you again, especially so soon.” Nicole said, confusion in her voice as she wiped her jeans off as she stood up to greet her.
“Nicole, can you help me with a tree?” Waverly asked nervously, afraid of what the woman she was developing a crush on would think.
“Are you just messing with me with all these trees?” Nicole questioned, even more, confused than before.
“No?” Waverly responded defensively, “Why do you think that?” she managed to ask softer this time.
“Well, it’s just you have been out here about 6 different times and picked at least as many trees.” Nicole thought about it, “Am I doing something wrong, and you don’t have the heart to tell me I have screwed up the last half dozen trees? Cause if I messed them up, you got to tell me so you don’t keep wasting your money.” She worried her hands in the cap she was holding
“What?” the realization suddenly dawned on her. “Oh no, Nicole, I promise it’s not you.”
“Then what is it?” Nicole asked
“Well, you see, growing up, my sister Wynonna and I had a rough go at it during Christmas. Our father was a drunkard, and he tried to ruin it for us, but mama somehow managed to make it so special.” Waverly started to think about their first secret Christmas in the barn. “So, I am trying to capture that same feeling with all the trees. This will be Wy’s first Christmas back, and I don’t know” She hesitated to try to find the right words, “I just thought if I had a Christmas tree in each room, each representing a different Christmas from our past,” Waverly kicked the snow around under her boots. “Well, maybe she would stay this time.”
“Oh, Waves!” Nicole cooed, pulling Waverly in for a hug unconsciously.
Nicole seemed to realize what she had done and started to end the hug when Waverly burrowed tighter into it. She was enveloped with the smell of vanilla, and something she was sure had to be uniquely Nicole. She stayed in that hug, letting the memory of Christmas past take her over.
“Daddy, daddy!” A four-year-old Waverly called through the house as soon as her mother turned the doorknob. In one hand she held, a polaroid, while in the other, she clenched an opened candy cane. “You’ll never guess who I saw today!”
Michelle Earp trudged behind her daughter, depositing the small bag of presents for her husband on the stairs.
“Who did you see, honey?” Ward asked a glass bottle of Bud clenched within his hand. “Oh, let me guess, it was your mother’s new boyfriend?”
“No, Daddy,” Waverly chuckled, clearly unaware of the emotional warfare in his eyes. “I saw Santa! Look, I even got a picture with him.”
“Let me see that?” Ward’s heavy boots pounded against the hardwood floor as he moved closer to his daughter, snatching the picture from her hand.
“See Daddy!” Waverly said excitedly.
“I see exactly who that is!” Ward scratched his five o’clock shadow with his rough, calloused hand. “It’s the man your mom’s been sleeping with!”
Before the young toddler could even let out a gasp, the middle-aged man flung the polaroid into the burning fireplace, watching as the negative melted and then engulfed in flames.
“No!” Waverly cried. She leaned forward, reaching toward the burning hot embers, but her mother wrapped her arm around her, holding her away from disaster.
“Why don’t you go upstairs, honey?” Michelle said, looking as cold as a Nor’easter in the icy days of February.
The young girl looked from parent to parent, tears welling in her eyes and pooling over, one by one. With a small nod of her head, she dragged her tired, small body out of the living room.
“Who the hell do you think you are, Ward?” Michelle called, her anger like a spark of electricity jolting through the young girl. A sob escaped her lips as she hid herself in the closest area she could find, the closet.
“Don’t play me for a fool, Michelle,” The man chuckled, his laugh reminiscent of the wicked witch of the west. “I saw you with him. Just yesterday. And then today, this?”
“I was taking our daughter to see Santa,” Michelle argued, her face getting redder with each passing breath. “And we asked you to come! It’s not my fault you were too busy sitting here on your ass getting drunk!”
“And because you knew I was home, you thought it was safe, right? Safe to go flirt with whatever man lays eyes on you!” Fury brewed within Ward, his hand clenching so tightly that the glass exploded right in front of his eyes. Blood snaked around his hand, down his wrist, and mixed into the beer-induced puddle on the floor.
Waverly sunk further down on the ground behind them, sheltered by the winter jackets surrounding her. But unlike when they adorned her body, they did nothing but provide her comfort. Tears continued streaming down her face, staining her once pristine white angel shirt.
“Did I tell you to move?” Ward sniped as Michelle’s steps fluttered.
“I was just going to get you a towel, but if you want to bleed all over the floor, well, so be it.” She cut.
“Bull shit. You were going to sneak out through the back door and meet him, right? Just like you used to do with that other one. Every night. And you thought I didn’t know.”
“I think you’ve had enough to drink, Ward,” Michelle commented as her husband continued on and on about his hallucinations.
“You don’t get to tell me what I can and cannot do, woman,” He spoke, his eyes burning with jealousy. “I make the decisions in this house, got it? You are not the boss of me! I am the boss of you!”
The kindle of anger burning in his chest no longer smoldered in intensity, and his entire being was set alight. His large, lanky limbs latched onto the fully decorated Douglas fir and thrust it into the burning fireplace. Within seconds, the dry needles were alight, and smoke fumigated the entire room.
“What the fuck, Ward?” Michelle argued as ashes spit out one by one onto the living room floor. “Are you trying to burn the house down?”
One by one, the three smoke detectors in the house began to screech. Waverly’s sobs deepened as she tried to pillow her ears with her palms but to no avail.
The front door swung open, and a cool gust of night air swept through the house.
“I thought we weren’t cooking the turkey until tomorrow?” A nine-year-old Wynonna questioned, her winter jacket hanging loosely around her. Her eyes swallowed the scene before her, from the tears hiding in her mother’s eyes to the wild red pupils her father sported. From the broken glass bottle on the floor to the Christmas tree trunk sticking out of the fireplace. She may not have been ten yet, but she knew exactly what scene she had just walked into. One that she had witnessed all too many times in her short life.
“Wynonna, can you-” Before Michelle could finish her question, Waverly fell out of the closet and onto the floor, gasping for fresh air. “Take your sister outside. I think it just started to flurry.”
Wynonna felt uncertainty tickle her tongue, but she knew she had to leave. For Waverly.
“Come on, kid,” Wynonna said, helping her sister up from the floor. She wrapped her arm around the shorter girl as she led her through the kitchen and towards the back door.
“Everything’s going to be okay, kid,” Wynonna said confidently, her younger sister wiping her tears with the sleeves of her white shirt as they stepped into the polar cold.
“No, it’s not,” Waverly cried. “Dad just ruined Christmas, didn’t he? And now Santa’s not going to know where to put our presents.”
“No, Waves, no one can ruin our Christmas,” Wynonna said, falling to her knees to get onto her sister’s level. “Because the true spirit of Christmas isn’t about a tree or decorations. It’s about love, and it’s about being together. And I will always be here with you. Always.”
“You promise?”
“I promise,” Wynonna said.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Wynonna asked, finding her sister curled up in a ball on the couch, blanket over her head as if she was hiding from the world. The sun had just dived underneath the horizon, marking the start of the night. “It’s Christmas Eve!”
“I’m sad, Wy,” Waverly admitted from underneath the blanket. “And scared.”
“What are you scared of, baby girl?” Wynonna asked, picking up the younger girls’ feet, sitting on the couch, and then depositing them across her lap. “There’s no reason to be scared of Dad; he’s an-”
“I’m scared Santa’s not going to see a tree, and then he’s not going to leave any presents.”
“That’s not going to happen, baby girl,” Wynonna said, “I’ll stay up all night if I have to. And show that man who’s boss.”
“No, no, no,” Waverly said, flinging the blanket over her head, exasperated. “You can’t do that! Then he won’t come at all!”
The sound of the back door opening in a gust of wind caused the younger girl to jump, a frightened look dancing across her face from the entire commotion until, a split second later, her mother waltzed into the living room.
“Why the long faces?” She asked, taking in her two girls' silence and wretched demeanors.
“Waves is afraid that Santa won’t know where to leave her presents, so he’s not going to leave them at all.”
“Oh, no, no, no,” Michelle said. “That’s not going to happen. Not to the girl who’s literally at the top of the list for nicest child ever.”
“You think so?” Waverly asked, sitting up with a smile on her face, hanging onto every word uttered from her mother’s mouth.
“Come on; I got a surprise to show you. Let’s go out back!” Michelle said excitedly. Clad in her PJs, Waverly jumped from the couch, snatched her winter boots, and ran out to the back door. She always loved surprises.
“I hope it’s not Dad chained to a tree so he can’t ruin our Christmas,” Wynonna said, a smirk flashing across her features. “Not that I wouldn’t want to see that, but I’m not sure Waverly would.”
“Your dad won’t be a problem tonight,” Michelle announced to her daughter as she slipped on her own pair of cowboy boots. “Nedley promised to keep him overnight in the drunk tank. At least through tomorrow afternoon.”
“Really?” Wynonna asked, her feet banging loudly against the wooden floor. “How did you get him to do that?”
“Wy, Randy’s a good guy. Always looking out for us, even if you don’t think so,” Michelle said, opening the back door and rushing outside into the chilly, dry winter air. She took in the sight of her youngest, staring at the sky, waiting for even the smallest flurry. “I don’t think it’s going to snow tonight, baby girl, but maybe tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay,” Waverly sighed. “I was hoping that was my surprise.”
“Oh no,” Michelle chuckled. “I’ve got something better for you two girls. It’s in the barn; come on!”
In a blink of an eye, the four-year-old darted into the barn, her small legs taking her as fast as they could carry her. Glancing behind, Michelle looked over at Wynonna.
“I’m coming; I’m coming,” Wynonna said, following slightly behind her mother. While she usually enjoyed disobeying authority, she would do anything for her sister, anything to see the smile on her face.
Snow crunched under their feet as they walked the short distance to the barn. Wynonna was surprised to find the once messy space now decorated into a Christmas wonderland.
“When did you have time to do this?” Wynonna asked, taking in the glee in her sister’s eyes as they twinkled with the white lights from the freshly cut Christmas tree.
“Never underestimate a mother’s love for her daughters,” Michelle said, taking in the joy in both her daughters. Waverly was easy to please, but Wynonna, well, she was difficult.
“This is awesome!” Waverly said, her clumsy hands reaching toward an ornament toward the bottom of the tree with her name on it.
“Be careful, baby girl,” Wynonna said.
“Did you see, Wynonna?” Waverly asked, rocking back and forth on her heels. “It’s got my name on it.”
“And so doesn’t the stocking, Waves,” Wynonna said, pointing to the stocking hanging on the wall with a thumb tack. “I don’t think Santa’s going to miss you this year.”
Waverly ran over to her mom with a smile so wide Michelle was certain her chapped skin was going to crack. She wrapped her arms around the older woman, who immediately lifted her to her own height.
“You saved Christmas, Mamma!” Waverly said excitedly, dropping kiss after kiss to her mom’s cheek. “Thank you!”
“Anything for my girls,” she said, nodding over at her older daughter before whispering into her ear. “I got one more surprise for you.”
Michelle slid her daughter back to the ground before moving behind the tree to grab the white handmade angel.
“You saved the angel I made?” Waverly asked excitedly. “I thought Daddy had burned it?”
“Nope, I saved it,” Michelle said, passing it over to her daughter.
“How long did that take you to remake?” Wynonna whispered to her mother, quiet enough not to reach small toddler ears.
“Just a little bit,” Michelle chuckled. “Good thing we had enough tampons on hand.”
“Mom!” Wynonna cringed.
“Okay, Waves, what do you say? Do you want to put it on top of the tree?”
“Yeah!” Waverly said, raising her arms high above her head as she waited for someone to lift her up. Wynonna wrapped her arms around her sister, grateful for the tree's lack of height, as she held her towards the tippity top. Michelle stood off to the side, holding onto the tree’s trunk as Waverly’s chubby fingers attempted to latch the angel to the tallest branch until, finally, success.
“There you go,” Michelle said, releasing the tree trunk as Wynonna gently dropped her younger sister to the ground. “Merry Christmas, girls!”
“Best Christmas ever!” Waverly said, excited.
“Now you better go get some sleep, so Santa can come to deliver those presents!” Michelle said, ushering her children back through the barn.
“Hey, mom?” Wynonna called, stopping her mother in her footsteps. “Thanks.”
“Anything for my two girls,” Michelle said, wrapping her arms around her daughter. “You are going to be awake to help me bring the presents out here, right?”
“You got it,” Wynonna chuckled.
“I will help you, Waves; let's go find you the perfect tree,” Nicole answered Waverly’s earlier question.
“Thank you,” Waverly whispered, still not ready to end the hug.
~~~
Nicole pulled onto the homestead after following Waverly when they left the tree farm. Waverly had picked out at least a nine-footer this time. There was no way it would fit on her two-door Jeep Wrangler, so Nicole offered to deliver it for her.
“So where is this gargantuan going?” Nicole asked jumping out of her truck and walking back to the bed of the truck.
“That one is for the barn,” Waverly said, pointing towards the open doored barn.
“The barn?” Nicole asked, not sure she heard Waverly right.
“Yep, that’s where all the magic happened,” Waverly beamed, looking around the space that was now so full of memories. “Just put it right there next to that box of ornaments” She pointed towards the large box of homemade ornaments Wynonna and her hand made over the years.
Nicole sat the tree in the tree holder and then took a peek at the box of homemade ornaments. “Do I even want to know?” She asked, holding up what appeared to be an angel made out of unused tampons.
“It’s tradition,” Waverly laughed, “And when I made it, I was four, so I had no clue what tampons were really for. I just thought they made a nice soft dress like an angel would have.” She laughed softly at how ridiculous it sounded.
“Well, it is undeniably the most absorbent Angel tree topper I have seen.” Nicole laughed as she went ahead and placed the angel atop the tree.
Waverly shook her head, “Come on, Silly, let’s get you some cocoa to warm you up.” She said, grabbing Nicole by the hand and leading her into the house.
Waverly made them both a mug of Hot Chocolate, topping it with whipped cream and a dash of cinnamon. Handing a mug to Nicole and taking a sip of her own.
“Wait, you got something,” Nicole said softly, using her thumb to wipe away the whipped cream mustache Waverly had. “There, got it” Nicole then licked it off her thumb.
Waverly was speechless for a moment, then she finally spoke up, “Tha… thank you.”
“Always,” Nicole husked out as her eyes were drawn to Waverly’s lips.
The door swung open, “Baby girl, why is there a Nedley’s Tree Farm truck parked outside?” Wynonna called out from the back porch, “I swear it already smells like a forest in here. What more could you need from there?” Wynonna stopped in her tracks and saw Nicole standing close to Waverly. She realized that she had just interrupted something when she caught her sister's glare.
“Wynonna, this is Nicole; she was nice enough to deliver all the way out here.” Waverly said sternly, “The least you could do is be thankful.”
“Oh! Now the small forest suddenly makes perfect sense.” Wynonna laughed, seeing both Waverly and Nicole start to blush. “I am going to go upstairs and put on my earmuffs. Please continue with whatever this is.” She said, pointing between them and then taking off up the stairs.
“I’m sorry about her,” Waverly said shyly.
“It’s ok. I really don’t mind. Shoot, I would probably be the same way if I had a younger sister.” Nicole said reassuringly,” But maybe you should show me this small forest I am responsible for.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Waverly responded, reliving how easily Nicole handled Wynonna.
~~~
“Here is the first tree you helped me with.” Waverly smiled, showing off the fully decorated tree.
“Wow, I thought it was beautiful before, but that Red and White Buffalo plaid really pulled out the richness of the green,” Nicole said, examining the tree and its decorations.
“You really think so? Each tree has its own theme, and this one seems to be missing something” Waverly looked at the top of the tree where there was no tree topper.
“It is?” Nicole asked in confusion
“Yep, it needs the perfect tree topper,” Waverly replied. “I can’t figure it out. I’ve tried everything. Shoot, I even tried one of Doc’s cowboy hats. Nothing fits.” She continued after a moment.
“Wait, I think I have the perfect thing for it.” Nicole ran to her truck and grabbed the black and white plaid Santa hat Chrissy had insisted she wear. “Here, try this,” putting the hat on the top of the tree.
“Oh, that is perfect!” Waverly gasped in awe. “Chrissy is going to kill you.” She giggled
“Worth it,” Nicole whispered, looking over at Waverly who was glowing with happiness.
~~~
They turned the corner into what looked like an informal dining room where another tree was set up. This one is the tall skinny one Nicole chopped down for Waverly a couple of weeks ago. This tree was not your typical Christmas tree; it was too skinny for most people.
“Dr. Seuss?” Nicole asked, starting to realize why she recognized some of the colorful characters on the tree.
“What can I say? I went through a Dr. Seuss phase.” Waverly laughed
“I guess you did.” Nicole laughed.
“I was like seven and just learning to read, and Wynonna was teaching me with books like Cat in the hat and Put Me in the Zoo” She smiled at the memory of how patient Wy had been with her.
“I think that’s a great reason for a Whoville tree. You just need a Grinch on it.” Nicole remarked, looking around it more.
“There is one.” Waverly got closer to the tree, and Nicole said, “He is right there.” She said, directing Nicole where to look.
Waverly continued the tour of trees. There were two smaller ones upstairs, one decorated in red and gold and another in blue in silver. She even had a tiny one that was barely a foot tall in the bathroom decorated in seashells. They ended up back out in the barn, Nicole helping decorate the tree out there. She asked about the stories behind each ornament, loving the glimpse into Waverly’s history. They even talked about Nicole’s Christmas plans, and Waverly invited her over for Christmas dinner. Telling her it wouldn’t be as good as Mama's, but it would be better than takeout.
Nicole cleared her throat. “Waves?”
“Hmm” Waverly stopped fiddling with the tinsel she had been trying to untangle.
“Will you go out with me the day after Christmas? Like on a real date?” Nicole asked nervously
“I would love to, Nicole,” She replied softly, still surprised. Nicole had asked her out, “but you are still invited over for Christmas dinner.” She affirmed
“I’m ok with that.” Nicole smiled like Christmas for her had just come early.
“Oh!” Wynonna said, stunned when she walked into the barn seeing the massive tree decorated just like mama used to do.
“Wy, you are early,” Waverly said in surprise at seeing her sister.
“Baby girl, it's….” Wynonna was once again unexpectedly impressed by a surprise tree in the barn.
“I hope you like it. I really wanted to make your first Christmas back extra special.” Waverly said nervously.
“Waves it it’s...” as Wynonna searched for words to describe how full she felt, the lights on the tree suddenly turned on, and Nicole appeared from behind the tree. “Baby girl, it's perfect, just like when Mama would do them.” She responded, her voice breaking, “Thank you so much Waves,” Wynonna said, pulling her sister into a tight hug. “Get in here, Haught sauce. I know you helped too.” She motioned for Nicole to join the hug.