After an hour or two of spontaneous snowball wars we were working on building a snow fort. We always agreed on staying young at heart.

The snow plows had thrown so much snow onto the yard and on top of that I directed Puck into shoveling all of the snow in the driveway to a specific spot onto the yard. He was such an agreeable man; always chiming back with a 'sure thing dear' and a smile. While it may sound like I commanded obsequious behavior from him, I did not. It was always in his character since I started dating him. It was a different side to him; more endearing, loyal, and caring to the ones he loved and no one else. I could tell he was different when he would walk me to class back in high school. He would say gruffly that it was to make sure that I got to class safely, even when there was no threat. It was days like that that gave me the feeling that Puck felt a little more different towards me than the others.

"You-hoo earth to Prince." Puck was waving his hand in front of my face

"What did you call me?" I looked at him inquisitively at him.

"I called you prince, my little prince." He smirked at me

"Hmm I think I like it, Casanova?" I stuck out my tongue at him, anything to be a pain in the ass right?

"You make me sound like a pin up model." He laughed

"Exactly, you are my own pin up boy, my romantic, and my sweetheart; Casanova?" I smiled simply.

"Well when you put it that way" he shrugged his shoulders.

"Wait babe what time is it?" he squinted his eyes

"Umm it's 11:17 am."

"Babe we haven't even unwrapped presents yet!"
"I threw down the handful of snow I had, shock and awe "That's a serious crime!"

We scrambled up and made a dash towards the door. Puck slipped in the snow and caught himself before he crashed into the ground. No soon after did I start to slide, he grabbed me by the waist band and caught me. All the shifting of balance sent me reeling backwards. My arms were flailing around in circles. I knocked back into Puck and he caught me. But like a chain reaction he lost his balance and we fell down on our butts. He cuddled around me and laughed.

"Babe this is the best Christmas I have ever had." He whispered in my ear

"And why is that?" I love stupid questions.

"Cause I have you around to make it the best Christmas ever."

"Sap." I snickered

"Hey, what the heck, come on I thought it would be romantic and shit" he was sort of shocked.

"I'm just kidding." I sad in a sing song tone, I grabbed his right hand and held it.

I tilted my head back to look at him. He looked down at me with a simple happy grin. I just stared into his eyes. Many times had I gotten completely, hopelessly, GPS cannot help me, lost in his eyes. I felt his left hand on my chin, tilting my head up so he could get a better look at me. He moved in closer and closer, I closed my eyes. I wanted to anticipate and dream of the moment. I wanted it to last. He graced his lips against mine; he cupped my face with his hands. He stammered to himself in excitement, and went in for the kill. My lips interlocked with his; he was laced with the taste of coffee. He didn't pull back and he didn't delay, he kept on going. I reached my hand up to his face and shakily placed my fingertips on his cheek. My mind was reacquainting itself with an old feeling named ecstasy. We slipped apart slowly, breathing heavily, shuddering at the capture of the cold air in our lungs. I slouched down against Puck.

"So, presents?" he laughed quietly to himself

"Ha-ha if that wasn't a gift." I trailed off

"Trust me there is plenty more."

"Well then what are we doing wasting our time here?"

I sprung up and dashed for the door. "Well, are you coming, we can even have a little more fun in the snow later."

"Coming!"