Christmas was Her favorite holiday, She always fell in love during this time. She adored the lights that clothed the trees creating a glimpse of heaven and the snow covering the world in what seemed like billions of crystals. She loved the way He seemed to stand just a little bit closer to Her during this time. She sang all the carols until Her voice would go and when that happened, She would brew Herself a cup of tea and sit by the window and gaze out it, in those moments Her heart was at peace.
He had always wanted to be in love at Christmas, to be able to live what all those Christmas songs always sang about. To share in the gift of giving with another, especially one that He could spend all His days with. As He saw Her sitting by the window, the light of the Christmas tree glowing softly off Her beautiful face and the soft tunes of Nate King Cole gently making their way across the room and resting in the ears of those who were around, He realized what a gift She was; He was at peace.
— T.B. LaBerge // The Novel of Us (via blissfulbeardsdoitbest)
