Home This Christmas-Justin Bieber

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Christmas crept into Chicago like a creeping Christmas thing: dragging garland, ribbon, and sleigh bells, pine smell, and that kiss under the mistletoe.

The wind whooshed through the small window, making the bells jingle and making her look up. She put the plate on the table, ready for him to come back.

Danielle came over to the small wooden window, looking out and biting her lip. She watched the big, flakes of white snow fall down ; creating an even thicker amount of snow then there already was. Then, looking to the side at the clock ticking in the corner of the room. He was late. Really late.

Looking out the window waiting for his headlights to pull up in the driveway. Man, it's really coming down tonight.

She bit her lip nervously and started playing with a piece of her dark brown hair, pulling on it and having the piece go back into place. It was never like him to be late. Especially on Christmas Eve.