Christmas Eve. A perfect day to celebrate the holidays with those you love. You and your husband, Julius, had spent the day together—decorating the tree, preparing festive meals, and playing in the snow like children. Laughter and joy filled the air, and you were wrapped in the warmth of the season, of each other.

Now, after a cozy, intimate dinner, you both sat before the crackling fire, sipping wine and unwinding in the quiet of the evening. The soft glow of the flames danced in your eyes, the world outside the window growing still as the magic of the holiday night unfolded.

As the hours drew near, Julius glanced at the grandfather clock. Suddenly, he stood, taking your hand and gently pulling you to your feet. In the warm firelight, he wrapped his arms around your waist, and the two of you began to sway, moving to a rhythm only the two of you could hear. The moments of your shared life together, the laughter, the tears, the quiet moments, all rushed back to you in a heartbeat.

With a shy, yet playful smile, he hummed softly, inhaling your sweet fragrance. “My dear,” he whispered, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. Then, with a gentle movement, he lowered himself onto one knee before you, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“My love, my one and only,” he said, his voice filled with emotion as he took your hand in his, “Will you marry me again? Will you be my forever this Christmas?”