It was Delaware in 1937, on Christmas Eve, around 10:30 was the time. The mysterious travailing man had decided to visit the Christmas dance that was going on. His teal eyes scanned the room as he stood to the side. He spotted a young, beautiful woman wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress. The dress clung to her and her orange hair swayed when she moved. She seemed alone too. For the next minutes he tried to think of ways to talk to her. At a quarter to eleven, he finally got the courage to ask her to dance.
She accepted the invitation. They danced to the carolers holiday songs, unfortunately, neither caught each other's names as the dance ended and said their goodbyes.
A couple years later as the traveler was on the road, he was eating dinner in a diner by himself.
The waitress asked the blond man, "Sir could you spread a little holiday cheer?" The waitress, lonely as well, wanted to hear a Christmas story.
Placing his fork down and with a grin, out spoke the man, "Here's my favorite Christmas story 'bout a girl with no name," he paused, waiting for the waitress to take a seat before he begun, "I met her up in Delaware in 1937. She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress. December 24 at a quarter till 11's when I finally gained the courage to ask her to dance."
Year after year as December hit, he'd continue to share the same story about his nameless dance partner. People would begin calling him the Christmas Story Telling Travelling Man.
By the age 53 he had settled down and his hair was fading from blonde to white. He'd tell the neighborhood children about his travelling story's, but every December 24th, when they'd visit he'd tell the same story about his dance partner as it was his favorite Christmas story.
He'd always tell it the same, "I met her up in Delaware in 1937. She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress. December 24 at a quarter till 11's when I finally gained the courage to ask her to dance."
20 years later, he took his last breaths. The children had grown, he had no one but a old nurse. The red lipstick looked familiar, her hair had a tint of orange. She looked like he had met her on one of his travels. He asked "Ma'am could you spread a little holiday cheer?"
He just wanted a simple Christmas story.
With a grin she said " I met him up in Delaware in 1937, though I never caught his name. He was a travelling man. December 24 a quarter till 11. I'm so glad he gained the courage to ask me to dance."
A/N: Ayyy. So I've been listening to this song nonstop, and I really don't wanna do my homework rn. The fanfic is a literal copy and paste of His Favorite Christmas Story by Capital Lights. I just implied that it was SanNami.