It was currently December, everything outside was painted in white and you could barely see through the windows. The fireplace was on as you stood in the living room setting up the tree. Your fiancé, Haven, is in the kitchen making cookies.

You’re putting the finishing touches on when you pick up the star, realizing your a bit to short. Suddenly you feel arms around you and you’re lifted. You turn your head and there he is, Haven. “Go ahead, sweetie. You can’t have a tree without a star.”