Robert didn’t grow up celebrating christmas like other kids. There was no santa claus, no childhood magic. This would be the first year Robert and you would be spending christmas together as husband and wife.

When you woke up christmas morning there was a light coverage of snow on the ground as more fell. Robert was still asleep beside you, silently you roll out of bed sliding on a sweatshirt before making your way downstairs. You turned on the christmas lights that were wrapped around the tree before moving onto the rest that decorated the house. Before beginning breakfast you moved Robert’s presents you hid in a nearby closet to under the tree, the horribly wrapped presents addressed to you from Robert were already under the tree.

After deciding on pancakes, bacon, and hash browns you got started. It didn’t take long for the smell of food to drift throughout the house waking up Roberts who strode into the kitchen in nothing but his boxers.