(25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS)

Winter was such a peaceful and loving time. Snow along the ground, people united under the spirit of christmas. Yamada enjoyed it very much. It was his favorite, always spending every free moment enjoying the season as if it was going to melt away in the blink of an eye.

You, did not. Enjoy it, that is.

For you winter was cold and dreary and rather sad. No longer able to enjoy the beautiful leaves on trees or cute animals bumbling about in the grass. Everything covered in a blanket of snow. Not to mention, the sun set so much earlier. Making the days seem so depressing.

But Yamada enjoyed it, so you would try. For him. After all, he was your husband. Compromising was a part of the deal, and with him it wasn’t so bad.

It still sucked though.

The two of you walked down a park pathway, which had been haphazardly cleared of snow by workers. At least to the point where it was usable, which was nice enough. The soft crunch of snow under your feet ringing out with every step.

Being with him was always the highlight of your day, even if it was in the outside during the coldest months of the year.

The cold was so thick, and you could feel it begin creeping up your fingers. A painful numbing sensation, and so you begin the process of trying to warm them. Blowing hot hair onto them, which did virtually nothing. Yamada was unaffected, as usual. He was like some human heater.