Some things are true. Some are made up to make the story better.
Snow gently falling around the harbor, Wally sighs as he prepares for his routine winter route. He doesn't remember when he started. Was it when his mom's dad was still alive? He remembered when his grandfather used to do what he was doing now. He wouldn't be doing it now if a donor hadn't paid for him to be able to. Wally wondered who it was.
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Conner and M'gann walked around Happy Harbor aimlessly. They had been a couple for about three months. They hadn't told anyone. But they thought that Kaldur and Robin knew. And maybe Artemis too. She acted funny towards them after Halloween.
M'gann was holding Conner's hand, blushing slightly. She had been reading about different earth winter activities. They had made snow angels and had gone shopping for the team for Christmas. She was happy.
"What's that?" asked Conner. M'gann looked at him. Most of the time he knew what something was. He was given a mind that knew more than a normal human.
"What's what?"
"The thing being pulled by those horses."
She followed his finger to see something she had read about. It was a sleek black horse drawn carriage. Something she had not done, but had heard that it was one of the romantic things to do around the holidays.
"Oh come on Conner," she said pulling him to the carriage. They went up toward the horses when they saw the person holding the reins. He was about Conner's height. He wore a black suit probably used for riding, white gloves and a black top hat that his hair. He wore glasses that had a glare so they couldn't see his eyes.
"Two for a ride?" he asked.
"Yes please," said M'gann. The driver looked at Conner with a smile.
"Aren't you going to be a gentleman and help the young lady up?"
Conner looked at M'gann and then helped her inside the carriage. He followed afterword closing the door behind him. The carriage was an open top that could fit about six people inside. The driver clicked his tongue, indicating them to move. For about two minutes they just sat in the carriage in silence. But soon it was just awkward. They liked the carriage ride, but they didn't want to kiss in front of the driver.
"So, have you two had your mistletoe kiss yet?" he asked. Conner and M'gann looked at each other. The clicking of the horse's hooves and the ringing of the bells filled the air.
"Out what?" asked Conner.
"Get out. Don't you know what a mistletoe kiss is?" asked the driver.
"Uh, no," said M'gann shyly.
"Then do I have a story for you."
Conner and M'gann looked at him hoping to understand.
"Mistletoe is an amazing little thing. In the eighteenth century, in jolly old England, a man named Joseph was looking for a husband for his daughter. She was a shy girl who always would stand off to the side near a doorway. He grew tired of her running off and away from all the nice people he wanted her to meet.
"So he hung a small plant he picked from a tree and hung it in the doorway. He told a few of the boys he wanted to see his daughter with that if they could get a kiss from her under the mistletoe that they would have his blessing. But if none of them kissed her under the mistletoe she would not wed.
"Well, she tried to leave during the party and was stopped by an old childhood friend who was not told about the mistletoe. He grabbed her wrist asking her not to run off.
"She said, 'But I don't want any of these men. I want you.'
"He kissed her softly under the mistletoe. Her father was amazed and gave the young man consent to marry his little girl. They married a week later under the same piece of mistletoe and had three wonderful children. After that, people said that a girl under the mistletoe must always accept a kiss from a boy, and if she is not kissed she will be alone for another year.
But that's all legend!" he laughs. M'gann feels touched by the story and knows one last thing she wants to do this winter. The clomping of the horses stop.
"Thank you for the ride," says Conner getting out and helping M'gann.
"No problem. Cinnamon and Toffee always love to give a lovely couple a ride on a cold winter's night," he said as he looked at them one last time, "And don't leave the girl hanging," he said pointing at Conner.
Conner looked at him. The driver pointed up and Conner followed. Above him and M'gann was a small bit of mistletoe. It was growing and was barely noticeable. He kissed M'gann and heard the clomping of horse hooves walking away into the distance, taking with them a piece of Holiday magic. One he and M'gann wouldn't forget. They parted and looked back to where the carriage was. But it had vanished, a light falling of snow fell in the air. A beautiful and certainly magical scene. M'gann squeezed Conner's hand, as if, if she didn't, all of it would disappear like a dream.
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