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He had an hour to get home.

He sped down the highway, weaving dangerously between the other cars on the road. If he didn't make it home in time, he would miss his kids waking up on Christmas morning. 

While Terry was grateful his job had allowed him to go to home for Christmas, his flight had been so delayed he'd almost feared he wouldn't make it at all.


His exit was coming up, and he pulled off, knowing he had to be more careful now. The snow was more packed on these roads than they had been on the highway.


He pulled into his driveway, turned the car off, gathered the presents he'd bought for his family, and snuck inside.


The family dog and his wife greeted him as he walked in. 


Stephanie took the gifts from him to place them around the tree while he made coffee for the two adults, and cocoa for the twins he was about to give the best wake-up call ever.


He handed Stephanie her cup, kissed her with all the passion he'd been unable to give her while away for work, then the two of them walked into their kid's room.


He flicked the light on.


Two pairs of eyes opened groggily from their bunk beds.


A loud gasp of excitement came next, then, Lilly yelled to her brother, "Wake up Adam, Dad's home!", throwing her pillow to his bunk.

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