"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas" sang Serena to herself as she decorated the Christmas tree. She stood back to survey her work, her hands on her hips, her eyes critical. The tree was close to perfect, decorated with baubles of silver, gold, and red. This was her first Christmas with Johnathon and she wanted to make it perfect. She wanted him to feel the Christmas spirit as she was. She had even spent hours choosing the perfect gift for him. It was Christmas eve and she couldn't wait for him to get home. After the last incident where he'd shoved her and choked her, he'd been apologetic again and once more, weeks had passed without him laying a finger on her unless it was to kiss or hug her with affection.
She had a delicious roast turkey dinner cooking and had picked up Johna
