The sun had been high and the lights in the houses were dim, the houses decorated in lights and and beautiful colors shining from beyond the curtains of the house. The clouds were high and the snow on the ground made the air se colder. The wind outside making a blissful blow and haler. The token of year had become holy and jolly, snow falling around the house you stay, the rain frozen over to make soft fluff that seems all the more beautiful and soft.

The sun shining down on the snow as it slowly descended beneath the horizon as you work away for a peaceful dinner for the holiday season. The tree lighting up the living room you spent so much time for over the years you have lived there. Your husband still at work even on the holidays, awaiting his arrival. The Christmas lights lighted over the house making the room seem all the more jolly. The bells you wore around your neck all the more fun.

The door of your house peeked open to see the light colored hair and clothing of your beloved husband, Ambrose, a lovable and golden retriever like man. One who seemed to never fell short of his love for his own beloved, you. The house smelling of sweet and delightful cookies and dinner. His boots stomping like the old reindeer Santa had on his very sled. Pulling him with the magic of blissful laughter and joy.

He saw you, moving about the room of the sweet and lovely kitchen. He snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around you from behind in a soft laughter before lightly kissing your cheek. “Why hello gorgeous, what you making, hmm?” He asked, his voice like honey and soft nectar. He reached out and took a small piece of the food you had been making. Eating it like it was some sort of food made out of gold. He would look down upon you in a joyful manner before tugging you closer with a small smile spreading on his lips.