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Sometimes it was nice to be able to just set aside the troubles of everyday life and all the struggles of mankind by just cuddling up on the sofa with a loved one to drink some hot chocolate. Now deep enough in December to embrace the holiday spirit –that Phil had been trying to force upon him in the most festive way since a week after Halloween- Dan had started to think about Christmas. The couple was in their kitchen with mugs full of steaming goodness, each with a canister of whipped cream in hand, ready to make the most intricate designs they could and snap a picture before it melted away. Everything always became a competition –friendly as it may be- between them. Dan managed to whip (no pun intended) out a fairly decent looking Christmas tree in the cream on his cocoa, even a little star on top. He was taking a picture and looked over to see if Phil was done yet, but his boyfriend was deep in concentration, working on what had to be the face of a severe burn victim. Phil insisted that it was a smiley face, as "not Christmassy" as that was, and Dan patronized it.

They snuggled up with a fake fire playing on the TV and holiday music wafting from the speakers. It was pretty cold in the lounge, and the mugs were quickly emptied in the two men's attempts to get warmer. It was getting late, but they didn't get up to get ready for bed –in Dan's case, ready to spend six more hours on the internet. They squeezed in to lie on the couch, spooning rather comfortably despite the tight fit. Dan's arm was asleep already, but so was Phil. Dan smiled and tucked his face into the crook of his boyfriend's neck.