Merry Christmas! I hope that you like this relaxing, happy story focusing on Canada that I wrote for you. Hopefully, this is a wonderful gift for you, and I hope that you have a very blessed day and that the rest of the week and Christmas too go well for you! I hope that you really do like this gift and that it makes you very happy and relaxed as well.
Syrup lightly dripped down over the pancakes, nuzzling their edges and carefully reminding Canada that this was just a start to another great day.
Yesterday for him had been full of long meetings, wound up tight muscles, exhaustion, and a late night spent working hard for his country's sake.
Today though, had started late; he'd accidentally slept in though couldn't help but thrill over how clear and well rested he felt all of a sudden, watching his maple syrup that he'd helped harvest gently cascade over the small, almost perfectly flat pancakes before him.
It reminded him of gentle fall, leaves changing shades and hues and falling with abandon; it reminded him of sweet, sweet tastes on his tongue though he hadn't yet cut into the pancakes that made his mouth water and his eyes lighten up with vibrant joy.
He shook his head, letting his soft, soft hair bounce around his face and couldn't resist the vibrant gleam that took over his light purple eyes and made him laugh like little butterflies had just swung free from his throat, so freeing.
Canada was in a good mood simply put and was ready to savor the day even though his morning stretches hadn't quite erased the strain of his muscles or the weariness of them.
He moved to finally cut into the pancakes, admiring the smooth cut through their soft centers and thrilling over the taste when he plopped a syrupy piece into his mouth.
Matthew loved pancakes, loved them so much!
He only pulled away from the table once he finished a small stack of pancakes, and he pulled away to just change and slip into his hot tub to let the jets ease his sore muscles away from reality.
With a brilliant, beaming smile he relaxed against the hot water around him, closing his eyes, and just enjoyed the quiet joys of life or perhaps the soft, delicate purring of the hot tub's jets running.
His shoulders slipped the tension away the fastest, easing into a natural relaxed position with a kind of delicateness that nothing seemed to grab a hold of quite so readily, and soon his back was just as relaxed and gently pressed against the jets behind him that soothingly pulled the ache out of his sore muscles.
About a half an hour later, he can't help but rewatch some of his favorite hockey games and debate over whether his brother wants to come over for a hockey game just between them before he glances at the time, three in the afternoon; would Alfred really even be up now? He tended to sleep in and non work filled days.
Matthew laughed, still savoring the sweet freedom from work for the day, loving how perfectly content he was right now, loving how joy clung to his very being.
He couldn't imagine a happier life than this one that he's gotten to live for so many years now.