December 25th
Christmas Morning
Diana De Angelais
Harry dressed Donut up as Santa Clause.
Donut wants to kill him.
It was Christmas morning, and like a little kid, Harry had woken me up way too early, because he was so excited to show me Donuts costume.
It was currently about seven in the morning, Harry was sitting on the end of our bed in his red chequered pyjama bottoms, holding up our little Santa clause. My mind was still hazy from waking up, also in my matching red chequered Christmas pyjamas that Harry had gotten for us both.
"What have you done to our poor child?" I asked him, staring at the cheesy grin on his face and the murderous expression on Donuts face. I rubbed my eyes with the backs of my hands, wondering if I was just seeing things or if there was actually a tiny little fluffy Santa in Harrys hands.
"He loves it." Harry said, unable to stop smiling so wide, his dimples were so prominent on both of his cheeks.
"Does he?" I narrowed my eyes, looking between their opposite expressions again.
"I'm sure of it," Harry nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to Donut's head.
Donut reached his breaking point. He meowed loudly and began to throw a hissy fit. He began screeching and clawing at Harry's hands that were around his stomach and wriggled aggressively in his hold. I could see the anger but also panic in the little kitten's eyes when he put all of his strength into getting away from the scary man that had put him in a costume.
Harry placed him down on the bed and immediately Donut sprinted out of the room as fast as he could, trying to get away from Harry as quickly as possible.
I looked at Harry after watching Donut sprint away, he was already looking at me, his lips rolled into his mouth. Silence lingered between us for a few moments and we both just stared at each other. Until the silence was eventually broken when we both just burst out laughing.
I covered my face with my hands, knowing how red I must have gone from how much I was laughing. I'd only been awake for a couple of minutes and the last thing I thought I was going to see was Donut in his little costume. Poor Donut, he had been tortured and we were both just laughing at him.
Harry crawled towards me on the bed, still laughing too. He grabbed my wrists and gently tugged them away from my face, so I wasn't covering myself anymore. His hands were then on my cheeks, and he held my face, running his thumb along my cheek. I looked into his eyes, bring enough to light up a pitch-black room. His smile was so wide, and I knew mine was the same. We were both so happy.
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips. "Merry Christmas, baby."
My arms looped around the back of his neck, and I pulled his body in closer to mine, pressing three kisses to his lips. Three kisses because it said the words I wanted to say without me having to say them, and he knew exactly what I meant. "Merry Christmas, Harry."
"Now get up." he suddenly wrapped his arms around my hips and lifted me up from the bed, "I can't wait any longer."
I smiled at his enthusiasm, holding onto him when he pulled me out of bed. I shook my head slowly when he put me down on the floor so I could follow him out of our room, "How old are you?"
"Don't diss the Christmas spirit, Daisy." he turned to glare at me over his shoulder as he held my hand and led me through to where the living room was. "You're never too old to be excited."
