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Christmas Special

Hi to my lovely readers.
Here is n extra chapter that I wanted to do earlier but didn't have a chance.
I know it's a month late.
I hope everyone enjoys it.
Dedicated to T. Hope you enjoy it Chingu <3    

P.s this isn't an epilogue just an extra chapter.

            'Just remember, the true meaning of Christmas is in your heart'
                                                                                                       - The Polar Express       

             -‘Christmas can be a time of celebration. A time for families, friends and loved ones to gather. Whether you celebrate it in the traditional way or the more non-traditional way. Whether you don’t celebrate yourself because of your own beliefs but still help other people to celebrate it. Christmas can be more of a feeling. A feeling of togetherness and putting away those disagreements or grievousness. Christmas can also be pain and suffering. A time when people might struggle the most. A time, for some, loneliness.‘-   

It was just before the 25th of December and Arthit wasn’t quite sure what had happened.

He had walked through the door to his apartment, putting down his guitar case and rucksack, after one of his music sessions, to the whole place looking like a Christmas explosion.

There was glittery things everywhere.

The walls were covered in twinkling fairy lights and coloured paper chains, the table was covered in bits of coloured paper and baubles, there was empty cardboard boxes strewn across the floor with different coloured tinsel spilling out of them, (he even recognised some of them as boxes from his parents shop), and a glittery path of tinsel leading into the main room.

Why, was the first question he had thought of asking. The second being, who, until he hears the distance noise of humming coming from somewhere, in a voice he recognised all too well.

Wondering what was going on and suspecting his boyfriend of nearly eight months for having something to do with it, he moves past the table following the path of golden glitter into the main room.

Where a fake 6ft Christmas tree was stood at the corner of the room decorated in bright tinsel, sparkling fairy lights and different shaped baubles. Arthit recognised it at once as the tree from the store. The one that he had struggled with each year to put up in the small shop window but he had managed because that’s what his parents had done each year.

A tear comes to his eyes as he thinks about his parents but then he smiles when he thinks of the guy that was doing this. He was still puzzling over what was happening, he never really celebrated this seasonal festivity, when something catches his eye. That something being a small grey fluffy ball in a green jumper and a small pink velvet ball in a red jumper rolling around on the floor, attacking glittery baubles, bits of tinsel and each other. Arthit could hear tiny growls and small hisses, coming from the two small cats, every time one would pin down the other and the smile on his face only gets wider at the sight.

He feels a nudge at his leg and looks down to see two very large brown eyes looking back up at him. A pair of felt antlers had been placed on the top of the golden retrievers head, which were now leaning to one side and the dog had on what looked like an elf outfit. Arthit couldn’t help letting out a chuckle, as he gets down to the dogs level and straightens the antlers.

There had been an instant connection between them after that first meeting at the dog park. Arthit had always loved animals, (hence the two feisty balls of fur and glitter rolling around on the floor at this moment), and it had been almost love at first sight when he had met Berkeley. Berkeley had seemed the same. Always going to Arthit for strokes or a cuddle. Kongpob would joke that Arthit only really liked him because of Berkeley which Arthit would just smile cheekily, nod his head and agree.