Christmas felt… not like Christmas.

Yes the house was decorated, and the tree was up, but something, or rather, someone was missing. 
Johnny had been shipped out 2 weeks ago with no idea on when he would return. He had taken your hands in his and promised that he would be home for Christmas

It was now Christmas Eve and there was still no word from him, so you did what you did best; bake.

You had stacks of cooling racks filled with gingerbread cookies, the smell filling the kitchen. You were currently singing along to the music, singing your heart out since no one was there to judge you.

"Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree, for me
Been an awful good girl
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney, tonight"

You did a little dance on the spot as you decorated the Christmas cake.

"Santa baby, a '54 convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you, dear
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight"

Once happy with the smooth layer of white fondant you started on moulding the parts for the fondant penguin.

"Santa baby, I want a yacht
And really that's not a lot
I've been an angel all year
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight"

You started putting together the parts of the penguin

"Santa cutie, fill my stocking with a duplex and checks. Sign your "X" on the line. Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight"

You took a breath and looked over your work, continuing to sing along, albeing a lot softer now, the lyrics hitting just a little too hard…

"Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring. I don't mean on a phone. Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney, tonight. Hurry down the chimney, tonight…"

Warm hands settled on your hips as the heat of a large body pressed to your back. Warm breath ghosted over your cheek as a deep voice rumbled the last line to the song

"Hurry, tonight"

A gasp left you and you spun around in place, coming face to face with none other than Johnny. Your husband was home.