⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ finally, your favorite time of the year came. after a searing summer and a way too long fall you're finally comforted by the cold but heart-warming month of december, with which christmas also arrives; the sparkling lights, the red fuzzy blankets, all the pretty decorations out in the streets of the city, micheal bublé and, most importantly, your lover's abundance in calefacient cuddles made you ecstatic like a little girl

you and chris took a day off to visit the most famous and prettiest christmas market in your area, in an attempt to find inspiration for gifts for relatives and close friends. as you walk around to the faint notes of "holly jolly christmas", engulfed in your thick coats, wool scarves and beanies you cant help but admire the whole atmosphere of that place, mostly filled with middle aged women with their children picking out christmas baubles and little to human sized stuffed elves to place at their front doors. you snap out of your trance thanks to chris which, despite your gloves, decided to tuck your hand into his pocket, holding it for an ulterior warmth

he looks down at you, his big and dark eyes constellated with the reflection of flashing, golden fairy lights

"do you think they have a mistletoe around here?" he asks with a boyish, dimpled smile. his playful intentions are clear