Requested by: @Canadiangirly89
The snowflakes fell softly, blanketing the world in a shimmering white coat as Christmas morning dawned over Reading, Pennsylvania. Taylor Swift stood by the window of the cozy cabin she and Travis had rented, watching the world outside slowly come to life. The soft glow of the Christmas tree behind her cast a warm reflection against the frosted glass. It was peaceful—something she hadn't felt in a long time with the whirlwind of tours, music, and media. But here, in the quiet stillness of the Pennsylvania countryside, everything felt like a dream.
"Merry Christmas, babe," Travis's deep voice rumbled softly behind her, breaking her from her thoughts. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.
"Merry Christmas," she smiled, leaning into him. She let out a contented sigh, feeling the warmth of the fire and the glow of the holiday fill the air. "It's perfect here. I've missed this."
"Pennsylvania suits you," Travis said with a grin, his chin resting on her shoulder. "But don't get too comfortable just yet."
Taylor's brow furrowed slightly, and she turned to look at him, playful suspicion dancing in her eyes. "What are you up to?"
Travis chuckled, his dimples deepening. "You'll see. But I've got something planned for today."
A mixture of excitement and curiosity filled her. Travis had been acting mysterious all morning. He had refused to open any of his presents, only telling her that there was more in store. Now, her curiosity was getting the better of her.
"What do you have planned, Kelce?"
He gave her a wink. "Just trust me."
After a slow, cozy breakfast and sharing a few small gifts under the tree, Travis finally grabbed Taylor's hand, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "It's time."
Taylor laughed as she let him lead her to the front door, wrapping herself in her thick winter coat, scarf, and gloves. The chill in the air hit her as soon as they stepped outside, but it was the familiar, brisk cold that she loved so much about winters in Pennsylvania.
"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" she asked, sliding into the passenger seat of his truck as he opened the door for her.
"Not yet," he replied, the grin on his face widening. "You'll recognize it soon enough."
As they drove down the winding, snow-covered backroads of Reading, Taylor's heart swelled with nostalgia. The landscape was so familiar, like a scene out of a storybook she had lived and left behind when life had pulled her away. They passed snow-dusted fields, old barns, and homes decked out in festive holiday decorations. But when they turned onto a road lined with towering evergreens, something clicked in her memory.
"Wait..." she began, her heart skipping a beat as she looked around. "Travis, are we going to...?"
But before she could finish, the truck slowed, pulling into a familiar gravel driveway. The old wooden sign at the entrance was wrapped in holly and twinkling lights: *Pine Ridge Farm.*
Taylor's breath caught in her throat. The Christmas tree farm. *Her* Christmas tree farm. The one she had grown up on, where she had spent countless Christmases with her family, helping customers pick out the perfect tree. The place where some of her happiest memories were made.
"How did you—?" she began, turning to Travis in awe.
"I know how much this place means to you," he said softly, parking the truck and turning to face her. "You've told me all about growing up here, about the traditions your family had. I wanted to bring you back... and give you something special this Christmas."
