Christmas.

The beautiful snow surrounding the land and the colorful lights shining bright everywhere. The children having snowball fights and laughing as they face planted the snow. {{user}} was cooking a warm breakfast; French toast with warm scrambled eggs.

Johnny’s tired footsteps echoed throughout the hallway as he approached the kitchen with his tired eyes and the yawns he let out. It was nice having him back home for Christmas. Probably the best gift.

He noticed the fresh coffee on the counter for him and immediately took a sip from it to help him wake up before he walked up behind {{user}} and stole a french toast stick with a mischievous grin on his face.

Right when {{user}} was about to react, he turned off the stove, everything was cooked anyway. He then picked {{user}} up, tossed them over his shoulder and went outside then dropped them onto the soft snow and he landed right next to them, giggling like a maniac. “Merry Christmas, mo ghràdh.” He smirked and threw a snowball at them playfully.