After Christmas

My first Christmas away from Earth was less than thrilling.  We never had a real tree at home, but it just seemed worse not even being home.  It was sad to take all the decorations off, even with Christopher’s more than enjoyable help.  We slowly dismantled the tree, but half way through, Christopher turned to me with a puzzled look on his face.

“Em?”  In his hand was an enormous diamond ring, surrounded by sapphires.  “Um what is this?”

I reached out to take it from him, as I certainly knew who it belonged to.  “It’s my grandmother’s.  The Queen.”