As they sat by the fire, drinking cocoa that was mostly marshmallows, Leo looked up at him. "You’re pretty good at this, Grandpa."
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. A Grandpa For Christmas
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. As they sat by the fire, drinking cocoa
"Leo," Arthur said, his voice gravelly but warm. "Grab your coat. We have work to do." Arthur realized then that he wasn't just "giving"
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.