Christmas Tree Traditions Both Old & New — Susan Hart

Amidst the bustling aisles of a retail store, Emily's creative flair shone as she meticulously decorated the themed Christmas trees. Her attention was captivated by a particularly intricate tree, its branches yearning for the perfect ornament to complete its enchanting display. As she scanned the surroundings, a stranger's arm extended, effortlessly placing an exquisite bauble upon the tree's bough, as if guided by an unseen force.Emily turned to thank the stranger, her eyes meeting a pair of warm, twinkling blue ones. Oh, thank you, she said with a smile, taking in the sight of the man standing before her. His dark hair was tousled just enough to give him a rugged charm, and his smile was infectious.It's no trouble at all, he replied, his voice smooth and melodic. I couldn't resist helping out a fellow tree enthusiast.Emily chuckled, charmed by his easy demeanor. Well, I appreciate the assist. I'm Emily.He extended his hand. Nice to meet you, Emily. I'm Michael.As they shook hands, a spark seemed to pass between them. Emily couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest at the connection. It was as if fate had intervened in this chance meeting in the holiday decorations aisle.