The fabled “Holiday Season” always seemed to have it in for me. After many failed Christmas’s, broken hearts and empty bank accounts, any joy I had once held for it turned to indifference. It wasn’t as if I was some modern day Grinch - it was simply never in the cards for me. And without anyone to spend it with, to give things to, cuddle near a fireplace and spend the night in someone's arms, well, there wasn’t much to enjoy. Until you.

You. God, you came at the perfect time. Like divine destiny. When you’d first walked into the bookshop in search of the perfect Christmas present and you asked me for the best recommendation. From then on it was pure coincidence that I happened to stumble upon you melting down next to a cafe with a broken gift on the ground. Pure coincidence that you accidentally sent me a text at 2 in the morning when you couldn’t remember when or why. Tonight, it was just fate that I happened to make an appearance at your friend’s Christmas party after days of worming my way into your friend group.

It wasn’t hard to notice when you walked in, you always have such a presence, and in your beautiful Christmas outfit, I could almost feel the Christmas spirit hopping into my body, filling me with a kind of joy reserved for children waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve. Would you be the one? I’m sure you are.

Also pure coincidence that I had suggested to place mistletoe above every doorway and hall. Ten times the odds of us being caught under one when we fell in love. I see you and wave, watching as you walk over to me. I grin, leaning against the door frame.

“What a day of surprises this is turning out to be. And I see you’ve brought something.”