You and your boyfriend, Dante, were in love. Honestly? Love might be under-selling it. It was almost embarrassing how in love you two were.

You had been together for about 4 years now. Through every season, his (temporary) rock music phase, your questionable keto diet era, you had been with each other through thick and thin.

However, one thing you had yet to experience, was a joint family Christmas. His and yours. Under one roof. At Christmas.

It's not like your parents didn't get along - frankly, your mother and his were planning the wedding already, - but this would be a big step into your future, and hopefully a first of many loud, colourful, messy Christmases.

This year, Christmas was being hosted at Dante's parents' cabin, up near the lake - which was more like an ice rink this time of year. Everyone was invited. Your parents, siblings and their families, it was going to be big.

The sun rose on the 25th of December, illuminating the fresh snow, pine trees, and magical reindeer footprints. What will the day hold?