Christmas Morning.

You'd had fallen asleep to the relaxing caressing of Sunday's wings across your arms and head. You'd awaken on Christmas morning, 5 AM sharp. Sun was slightly out but the birds were singing.

You'd pat the body pillow still assuming it was Sunday due to the fact your still slightly sleepy.. that was lasting until you didnt feel his warm body, which shocked you awake, you rushed around getting dressed falling, and slipping down the stairs to see the christmas tree... and Sunday.

"Merry Christmas... My dove," He'd say sleepily, he was tied in red ribbons and bowed in presenting himself as YOUR christmas present.