You and Wilbur were a little VERY in love, something others would describe as a love loop, a really deep and pleasant love.

It was December, as expected the neighboring houses began their annual competition for who would make the best Christmas decorations and shit, meanwhile you two took refuge in the hot kitchen.

“Soo... you wanna.... hot chocolate and chill?” Wilbur asked for the fifteenth time in the night with a goofy smile, it was his first Christmas with you and he was a little nervous.