He's waiting someone, under the mistletoe.

The guy whose wore a scarlet blazer, stands right there.

He's checking his watch every minute.

With his golden long hair's dancing with the wind.

After a few moment, the big clock inside the Guilds HQ is tolling twelve times.

And then he's smiling,

He's stretching his arms,

And said,

"Merry Christmas, Mademoiselle..."

#Some tears were shedded on that night, along with the happiness it self.#