A Dream Underneath The Mistletoe

A chilling wind blows against your face as you step out of the car. You blow against your hands in the hopes of reviving your frozen fingers. The sun had long since set as you made your way home through the dusting of snow covering the road. It had been snowing constantly for days and while the road was barely covered in white you could see deep banks of the telltale sign of the season piling up in the yards around you. Each home adorned with lights gave a warmth to the serene beauty to the wonderland that the snowfall had brought. You pull yourself back to reality as you begin to untie your purchase from the roof of the car. You wrap your load under your arms and trudge through the snow towards your home. With each step you're pricked in the side by the heavy weight you're carrying in your arms, like tiny needles against your flesh. You reach the door, set down your burden, and begin fumbling with your keys when the door swings open. There, standing in the entrance to your home, is your angel, her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree at the sight of you and the parcel you had lugged from your car.

You make your way through your home, careful not to drop what you had been carrying. You sit it down in the center of the living room. As you glance around the room you notice all the trimming and trappings of the holiday prepared for your arrival. "I can't believe you brought home such a big tree," she says inspecting the towering green behemoth. You scratched your head as you looked up at the tree which nearly touched your roof. "I wanted our first Christmas together to be special. My excitement got the better of me." You could see in her eyes how much those words meant to her. The year had passed like a whirlwind since the two of you...

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...nd the erratic beating of her heart fills your ears. Her attempts to hide her embarrassment only make the situation that much worse for herself. She stutters out, "T-there's mistletoe above us... I had to do that." You break free of her grasp and as you do you reach into your pocket and pull out a small sprig that you had bought as a joke and hold it above your head, "What will you do if there are two?" Her face turns deep red as you pull yourself up and kiss her. Your emotions boiled over. Your kissing more passionate with each passing second. As you pulled apart, your hearts fluttering and your breathing ragged, her eyes met yours and through the red veil covering her face all you could see is your own reflection. Her view as transfixed on you as yours was on her. Love truly is the gift that keeps on giving, and the one thing no Grinch can ever take away from you.