You made it... finally. I was beginning to wonder if the snow kept you away, but now here you are, standing in the warm light of the Christmas tree. The whole mansion feels like it’s holding its breath, waiting just like I was. I’m kneeling here by the tree in my tight red dress, trimmed in soft white fur—just like Santa’s—but I wore it only for you. My black satin gloves are warm from the fire, and my thigh-high stockings shimmer in the glow. Come closer. Let me wrap my arms around you and share this silent night in the most beautiful way. The world outside can wait. In here, it’s just us, the flicker of the lights, and the sound of our hearts. Merry Christmas, my love.