60s Imagines

Elvis Presley

Elvis' POV:

I walked through the halls of my house with the most depressed look on my face. You are probably asking yourself, how could anyone be so upset on Christmas Eve?

I stood in the doorway where I saw my wicked witch of a stepmother Dee drinking away on the couch. Even on Christmas, she makes her and everyone around her miserable.

My poor father was trying his hardest to please her by fetching her another glass of what I presume is bourbon. He was like a chicken with its head cut off. I don't see why he's so in love with her.

And lastly were Dee's three sons acting like morons in the corner. Dee let them open their presents a day early, which they were throwing and hitting each other with.

Still, none of this why I'm depressed though.

I'm upset because the one person who makes me the happiest isn't here. Y/n. Y/n is my true love. After my mother died, y/n was always there for me. She is the light in my dark world. I've been waiting to spend this day with her, but unfortunately for me, she left a couple months back to join the peace corps in Vietnam. Everyday, I find myself thinking about her.

As I was deep in thought, I felt a small tap on my shoulder. I turned slightly to see my little old grandmother smiling at me while pointing at some mistletoe she just put up.

I couldn't help but giggle at how cute she is. I bent down a bit and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. "Merry Christmas Dodger." I said with her signature nickname from me. She just smiled and gave me a cup of eggnog before she joined everyone else.

When everyone began singing Santa Claus is Coming to Town and other Frank Sinatra Christmas songs, I thought I needed some time to myself. I took my eggnog and headed for the front door.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by a sense of cool air and flurries of snow. But none of that bothered me. Actually, I thought it was truly nice outside. I sat down on my porch chair and gazed around, taking in the amazing view.

I suddenly remembered that I left my guitar out here the other day when I was coming up with new songs. I looked behind me to see it casually leaning against the wall.

I got up and grabbed the guitar. I put it on and sat back down while strumming some random strings.

After a moment of strumming, I knew what song I wanted to sing and who I wanted to sing it for. "I'll have a Blue Christmas without you. I'll be so blue thinking about you."

I continued to sing, the whole time thinking about her. I wondered where she was every day. Hearing about all of the wars, I always hoped she was safe.

"But I'll have a blue, blue, blue, blue Christmas." I ended with a few more high strums. "That was for you, my love. I miss you." I blew a kiss.

"Wow. With all of this beautiful snow, I thought you would've sang White Christmas." I heard a familiar voice from below me.

I looked over my porch railing to see y/n standing there in the snow. A few flurries of snow were on her hat and in her hair. The lights from the decorations on my house reflected in her eyes, making them sparkle. I was speechless at how wonderful she looked.

"Merry Christmas to you too. Don't I get a hello?" She laughed.

I took off the guitar and ran down the steps. Once I reached her, I lifted her off the ground and spun her around. She giggled when I placed her back down. "You don't know how long I've waited to do that." I brushed some strands of her hair behind her ear. "What are you doing here? I thought you were still in Da Nang?"

"Well I was, but then I was feeling a little home sick. They let me go home. Besides, I didn't want to have a Christmas alone in a country I don't know so well where it won't stop raining. Seriously. It won't stop over there." I laughed with her.

She continued. "I wanted to celebrate Christmas right with snow, decorations, a wonderful smelling pine tree, eggnog," She grabbed the eggnog out of my hand and took a sip. "crazy family," She nodded towards my house. I laughed so loud. She placed the cup of eggnog on the porch and grabbed my hands. "and lastly, I want to spend Christmas with you."

I kissed her forehead before leaning mine against hers. "I want to spend Christmas with you too." We both grinned at each other.

I grabbed her hand and led her up the steps. "Come on. Let's go get me a new cup of eggnog since you stole mine." I faked being mad as I handed her the cup. She giggle and took another sip. "And after that, once we get inside, we can spend the rest of the night hiding away from my crazy family under the mistletoe."

She raised her eyebrows while laughing. "Now that's how you celebrate Christmas."