A Scottie Proposal

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I open the door. I hear a jing-jing-jingling and little claws tapping on the floor. The lights are dimmed down. Here comes Mr. K running my way donning an elf costume. He's all smiles. Right behind him is my beautiful girl Heather, dressed as Mrs. Scottie Claus and looking so precious in her red dress. My heart melts. How did Scottie Dad manage to get them both dressed up without me? Regardless, this was the best welcome home present ever!

I step into the living room. Scottie Dad's decorated the place for the holidays, complete with a beautiful little tree with artificial berries and pine cones. There are Scottie gift bags and boxes everywhere. Did Christmas come early? The tree is adorned with little Scottie tokens, each with their own message. Scottie Dad tells me to take them down, one by one, and see what the message says. It's a sweet love poem. He flips the notes over. There's another message on the back. It says, "Your present is under the tree." I look under the tree and see a large Scottie box. I open it. Inside is a small Scottie bag. I dig into it and find a tiny, red stocking...tied together with a Scottie pin. That's odd. Why is the stocking ripped? And why does it need a pin to hold it together?

Scottie Dad says, "Stop. Now, look up." He takes the torn, red stocking from my hand and I look up. There are bright lights behind the blinds. Could they be in a shape of a Scottie, too? He raises the blinds. Nope - the lights spell out something. A very special something. It takes me a minute to realize what it says and before I know it, Scottie Dad is on one knee pulling out a royal blue box from the tiny red stocking. I don't think I even saw the ring before I answered his question and hugged him. Who wouldn't want to spend the rest of her life with someone like Scottie Dad?!

As Scottie Dad and I settled in, he began to tell me the details of his Scottie proposal planning. Turns out, he originally enlisted Mr. K's help to deliver the ring in its cute little stocking to yours truly as I walked through the door. Naturally, Mr. K misunderstood his role and took the little, red stocking for ride once it was tied to his collar. Obviously, Scottie Dad had given him a new toy so why not defeat it? (Or so asks the wise Scottie!) And that, my friends, is how we ended up with a torn stocking in Scottie Dad's very Scottie proposal, version 2.0. Well done, Scottie Dad and kids! You made this homecoming the best yet...and possibly ever!