There is a feeling in my heart.
A feeling of overwhelming love.
I feel at home.
I am safe and sound.
There is snow falling all around me, and yet there is shelter from the cold.
The logs in our fireplace are burning brightly.
Snuggled up near the hearth, I can feel the warmth of the fire against my once cold cheeks.
The stockings are hung, the cookies are made, the season of giving is near.
I hear laughter from above, there is a party in the flat above us.
The cheer is overwhelming.
I listen eagerly and appreciate the sounds of merriment.
I let out a laugh myself, what a beautiful season.
I turn around, and there he is, smiling at me.
We both know the joy of the season.
We sit in silence.
The silence speaks multitudes of our hearts contentment.
As we watch the fire dwindle, I seem to fade away, falling into a peaceful sleep.
When I awake, there are presents scattered around our little tree.
The smell of cinnamon overwhelms our humble home.
I find him happily brewing tea in the kitchen.
His smile warms my romantic heart, and, again, I feel at home.
In that moment, I know that no matter where we are, we will always remember the joy of that Christmas morning.