'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring except the two girls cradled into each other next to the fire. The blonde wrapped in an oversized blanket and the brunette wrapped in the blonde. The television above the mantle was playing a Christmas movie, but neither of them were paying much attention. Their eyes were focused on each other, whether it be eyes, hands, mouth. They just sat and stared upon each and every inch of the other. They were in love. And it was lovely. Because I am the blonde and my girlfriend, Kanaya, is the beautiful brunette.
"How are your eyes so purple?" she sleepily asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked while entangling my fingers into her jet black hair.
"They're just...really purple." She yawned. I smiled.
"Well how is your hair so black?" I smirked and she giggled softly to herself.
"How is your hair so blonde?"
"How are you so gorgeous?" I kissed her temple and she blushed, taking my free hand and putting it to her mouth for a kiss.
"How are you so sweet?" she said finally.
"I learn from you," I cooed, pulling her closer. "Merry Christmas." A very merry Christmas indeed.