Levi was exhausted. He’d worked a double shift cleaning for the local hospital. He rubbed his eyes as he walked back to your shared apartment. His mind was so full that he hardly noticed the snow falling, the lights strung along the street lights, and the sound of bells ringing in the distance. He had one thought: sleep. However, as he slotted his key into the lock, he paused, hearing a commotion coming from inside the apartment.

It was you, singing Christmas songs at the top of your lungs, holding a solo concert for an invisible audience. He pushed inside the apartment, careful to be quiet as not to interrupt the melody that left your lips so clearly and confidently. It dared to bring a smile to his lips as he leaned in the doorway to the kitchen where you were baking Christmas cookies, using the spatula as your microphone.