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With twinkling lights in hand and a box of ornaments scattered across the table, you embarked on transforming your home into a winter wonderland. The scent of pine filled the air as you both carefully adorned the Christmas tree, a symbol of the festive season and the beginning of your first shared Christmas. "Careful Thomas, I don't want you to get hurt." "Don't worry y/n, I'll handle this."
Laughter echoed through the room as you untangled strings of lights and debated the placement of each ornament. It wasn't just about the decorations; it was about weaving your own traditions and memories into this special holiday.
As you hung each ornament, you shared stories behind them, discovering the sentimental value attached to decorations collected over the years. The room became a tapestry of memories, a visual journey through the joyous moments that had shaped both of your lives.
The glow from the Christmas tree illuminated your faces as you strung garlands and placed stockings by the fireplace. The warmth of the holiday season was not just from the crackling fire but from the shared joy of creating your own festive haven.
In the midst of the decorating frenzy, you paused for a moment, taking in the beauty of our efforts. The room sparkled with the magic of Christmas, and in each glittering ornament, you saw reflections of the love that had brought you together.
As you continued to deck the halls, a sense of gratitude filled the room. This wasn't just about the tinsel and lights; it was about the simple joy of being together, creating a home filled with love and festive cheer. Your first Christmas together became a chapter in a story that unfolded with each carefully placed decoration-a story of love, shared traditions, and the magic of building a life together.
With the decorations complete, he decided to surprise me with steaming mugs of hot cocoa, a sweet gesture to complement the festive atmosphere. "Here, with three marshmallows just like you love it." As the rich aroma filled the air, you eagerly took a sip, only to be met with an unexpected rush of heat that made me wince.
In the midst of sipping the cocoa, the warmth turned into a momentary burn, and you couldn't help but react with an involuntary "ouch." And you contained yourself to curse in Italian, a habit you took from being around Damiano too much. He looked at you with concern, and you both shared a brief chuckle at the unforeseen mishap.
"Impatient much ?" With a playful smile, he teased you about your impatience, and you exchanged knowing glances that spoke volumes without words. "Annoying much ?" You bite back and he barks a laugh before burning himself too on the hot milk. The hot cocoa became more than just a beverage; it became a shared experience, a memory woven into your first Christmas together.
As you sat by the twinkling lights, nursing your mugs and soothing the mild burn, the laughter echoed in the room. The unexpected twist added a touch of spontaneity to the evening, making it a moment you would remember with a smile-a story within the story of our first Christmas together.
You took out your polaroid and started to take random photos. You had been doing that the whole day. It fascinated. All this move put on a photograph, memories kept to ourself. Where hearts are never broken, time is forever frozen and still.
Amidst the laughter and shared warmth, he embraced the holiday spirit with a twinkle in his eye and a mischievous grin. With the hot cocoa in hand, he unleashed a flurry of Christmas dad jokes that had me alternating between groans and giggles.
"Why did Santa go to music school? Because he wanted to improve his wrapping skills!"
Each pun was accompanied by a playful wink, and despite the predictability of dad jokes, they managed to add a lighthearted charm to the evening. As the cheesy humor continued, the room echoed with our shared laughter, creating an atmosphere filled not only with festive decorations but also the joy of simple, silly moments. "Thomas, what did you put in that hot cocoa?" You said through your giggles.
The dad jokes became an unexpected highlight of your first Christmas together, weaving a thread of humor into the tapestry of memories you were creating. In those moments, it wasn't just about the decorations or the hot cocoa-it was about the shared laughter, the joy of being together, and the promise of more lighthearted moments in the chapters that awaited you.
"I can't believe I'm saying this but... Why did the Christmas tree go to therapy? It had too many issues with its "elf" esteem!" His smiled widened at your poor joke and he broke into a pit of laughter. "Oh Dio ! Ti ho contaminato!" He fakes a gasp and you dramatically lay down the couch, soon joined by him. You mindlessly play with his hair while staring at the Christmas tree.
"Wait. There's one more thing missing." With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he disappeared for a moment, leaving you curious. Suddenly, he returned wearing a hat adorned with mistletoe, holding it above you with a playful grin.
"Looks like I've got a hat trick up my sleeve!" he quipped, inviting a laughter-filled pause. Then, with a twinkle in his eye, he asked, "Care to make this festive accessory useful?"
Amused by his holiday charm, you leaned in, meeting him beneath the mistletoe-adorned hat, and you shared a sweet, spontaneous kiss-a moment sealed with laughter and the magic of our first Christmas together.
As you pulled away from the mistletoe moment, your eyes locked in a gaze filled with unspoken affection. In that shared silence, the room seemed to hold its breath, and you found yourself staring at his face, captivated by the warmth in his eyes and the genuine smile that lingered.
The air was charged with an indescribable energy, and in that moment, the realization washed over me - you were more in love than ever. The simplicity of the kiss beneath the mistletoe unveiled a depth of connection that transcended words.
As the glow of Christmas lights bathed you both in a soft, warm ambiance, you marveled at the beauty of the person before you. His presence was a gift, and in those quiet seconds, you felt the profound gratitude for the love that had woven its way into your shared journey.
"Ti amo Thomas." "I love you more y/n." It sounded as right as a melody.
In the aftermath of that sweet kiss, as you stood there enveloped in the festive glow, the room became a sanctuary of love, and your heart echoed with the melody of a holiday season marked by joy, laughter, and the undeniable magic of being in love.
Done, I'm catching up with the next one. See you in a few loves <3
