All I Want for Christmas is You

Winter Wonderland

•Y/N: Your Name

Your POV:

"I bet I can make a better snow man than you." Chris challenges, which was a big mistake. I send the white haired male a smirk before letting out a short laugh.

"No way! I'm a snowman expert," I claim with confidence lacing my voice, causing the Christmas Spirit to giggle.

"Oh yeah? I bet I can make a whole army of snowmen that'll defeat yours!"

"Well, I'm gonna make mine a giant to crush your puny army!"

The male truly has made a mistake by challenging me. I can be pretty competitive when the mood's right. Tonight, Chris is gonna lose; I'll make sure of it. And so, our competition begins. I gather as much snow off the roof of the building as I can and form it into one big pile.

The white substance is perfect for snowman building, since it's not too wet. In the end, however, my snowman did end up big...in the fat sense. Seriously, its stomach is definitely bigger than its tiny head. It's actually pretty funny-looking, but I like it.

I'm proud of my effort. Sadly, it's not as tall as I wanted it to be, but that's all right. Surely it's better than whatever Chris made. I haven't been paying much attention to him since we started. All I've heard from him were soft hums of Christmas music to fill the quietness of the night.

I turn around to check the freckled male's progress only for my jaw to drop. All this while, he had been making miniature snowmen that line the entire right ledge of the building. I will admit, they're pretty adorable. Chris had even decorated them with toothpicks he likely stole from Country Eats. I hum in thought as I turn back around to face my bare snowman.

He doesn't look impressive at all in comparison. Well, not for long. I grin as I remove my hat and scarf before placing them on the fat snowman. I then put my hands in my coat pockets and empty them out to see what else I can use. All I find is some loose change and two, pink, sugar packets.

I have no idea how the sugar got there. I must've not been paying attention when I grabbed my coat. I use the pennies and nickels I have as the nose and buttons on the body and use the sugar packets for the eyes. For the finishing touch, I drag my gloved finger against the snow below the nose to carve a smile on the figure's face.

"There, all done." I swipe off the white substance from my hands while stepping back to have a good look at my beautiful creation. I nearly jump when two arms wrap around my shoulders before pulling me backwards towards a firm chest. The male's body is warm, and he gives off this wonderful scent of pine and sugar cookies. It makes my cheeks burn red.

"Ooo! That's a good snowman, but can it beat my army?" Swiftly, Chris spins us to face the infestation of mini snowmen and gestures to them with an open hand. His enthusiastic actions make me laugh as I shake my head at the male before leaning against his warm body.

"I say it's a tie. They're all too good," I claim before slipping out of Chris' arms to fall backwards into the leftover snow. The spirit watches with a smile on his pale pink lips as I move my arms and legs to form a snow angel. He's quick to join beside me and makes his own angel in the cold snow. I laugh lightly as I stand up and offer my hand out to the white-haired male to lift him up. Smiling brightly with his teeth showing, he accepts my hand and lets me pull him up. I then look down at our snow angels to compare. Nearly, my jaw drops in disbelief.

"What!? But, how!?" I exclaim while pointing at Chris' angel that looks so perfect. The spirit laughs as he walks around them to reach the heads before crouching down. Using his red gloved finger, he draws halos above the two angels before smiling up at me.

"I think they're both beautiful."

My cheeks flush red, but I get rid of it quickly by shaking my head.

"Don't lie. Mine's awful." I gesture to the angel with hand and footprints all around it. In the corner of my eye, I spot Chris gathering snow to form a snowball. My smile fades as I take a step back and raise my hands.

"Chris, no!"

"Chris, yes!" He shouts before chucking the sphere at me. I block my face with my arms and attempt to duck, however, it hits my arm. I put the limbs down after hearing him laugh and grin wickedly as I bend down to quickly pack snow into a ball.

"This means war!" I shout before throwing the snow at the laughing male's face. He yelps and collapses onto his back before laughing harder.

"A war, is it? Men, avenge me!" Chris snaps his fingers, and little white lights surround his fingertips before they fly towards the small snowmen on the ledge. My face pales when I realize he's bringing them to life.

"Oh, crap!" I squeal and take cover behind my giant snowman when the smaller ones start throwing little snowballs at me. One even threw its own head! "No fair! I can't use magic!"

"Surrender!" Chris exclaims with a grin on his face.

"Never!" I make a big snowball before standing and chucking it at his freckled face. He yelps and takes a moment to wipe off the snow. His army ceases to fire any more snow as he does this, so I take this opportunity with open arms...literally. I charge towards him, but before Chris can react, we hit the ground, sending a puff of snow into the air. I laugh victoriously as I push myself up to hover above the spirit. He soon joins in while wrapping his arms around my body to trap me in a hug. I was having too much fun to notice the intimate position, though. Besides, Chris doesn't seem to mind either.

"See, I told ya you're fun."

I chuckle at the Christmas Spirit as I bury my face against his chest to get warm. My body shivers when a cold breeze brushes past us, causing Chris to rub my arms to raise my body heat.

"Let's head inside, Y/N. You'll end up sick if you aren't careful," he softly suggests with a smile on his lips. The male sits up with me on his lap before picking me up bridal style. He then walks towards my snowman to snatch my hat and scarf off the figure before entering the apartment building. I smile and nestle my face against his chest as we walk down the stairs.

For once I feel like I belong.