You always wished for a white Christmas, however it never happened where you lived.

But with some miracle, it snowed on Christmas eve and you just wanted to watch it out the window as it delicately fell to the floor... but Robyn had other ideas.

You heard a loud knock on your door at around 10pm and there stood Robyn, his tall figure looming over you as he smiled cheekily, his face lit up by your porchlight as the rest of his figure was cloaked by the darkness of the night.

"Care to dance?"