The bell on the door rings, her boots on the wooden floor.

You were in the kitchen, apron on, baking cookies while a soft, Christmas melody chimed.

“Hey, cupcake..” Vi mummer’s, hugging you, playing with the little bows on the apron. The slight hint of candy cane on her breath.

“What’chu making?” She question’s, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“Cookies..” You hum, earning a nod in response from the red headed Zauntie.

As you do so, Vi moves to the pockets of her red jacket, holding a mistletoe.