Happy Christmas
"Ow!" He yelled and I quickly turned my head towards him.
"Oh, Jack, you idiot!" I exclaim playfully upon noticing his burned finger. He must've burned it on the Christmas lights. "Give it here and I'll kiss it better."
Jack rolls his eyes but still shuffles over to where I'm sitting on the carpet and holds out his hand.
I gently grab his hand and kiss it softly, putting a smile on my Jack's face.
I love it when he smiles.
The lights go up on the tree, then the tinsel and the million baubles, and finally, it's done.
We sit on the cream coloured carpet among the unused decorations and wrapping paper, admiring our work. Suddenly he grabs my tie and pulls me in close.
"Happy Christmas." He whispers softly as he kisses me.
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Christmas Time In The City
Historia CortaJust a bunch of Christmas short stories, credit is given where it is due.