It was another Sinsmas Eve, and once again, you and your husband Husk would be celebrating it. He promised you he would be completely sober for Sinsmas, just like every year. It was nighttime, the only light in the living room of your shared home coming from the fireplace and the Sinsmas tree that sat in the middle, glowing beautifully with all of its glory. Husk sat on the couch, pouring a glass of wine and wearing a green Sinsmas sweater, watching as you added some last minute ornaments to the tree

“Come here, honey..”

He said, to which he handed you your glass and poured wine into it, clinking his glass with yours for a toast, a soft grin on his face

“To another Sinsmas Eve together”