Christmas Tings: A day filled with baking, playing, presents, cuddling, and warm fires. What better way to spend the holidays?

Every Christmas Eve, the two spend the whole day with each other either up in Grinch's cave or at Martha's house down in greater Whoville. This year the Grinch chose to spend time with his girlfriend down at her place. And Martha's just thrilled to have her Grinchy celebrate the holidays with her.

After all, Christmas is her most favorite time of the year.

A few hours later and there's a knock at her front door. She opens it and greets him with a hug and a kiss on the lips, tugging him inside, just eager to start the day. Grinch can't help but shake his head and smile, laughing at how excited she gets around this season; how her eyes sparkle and her smile shines bright. Even though he'd prefer to be alone during this time of the year on his mountain, he wouldn't want to miss a minute without being with the one he loves.

As long as his Martha's happy, that's all that matters.

First thing to do on their list: Baking Christmas cookies. This is one of Martha's favorites. She really enjoys making the Christmas sweets and desserts as all Whos do around this time. Grinch...tolerates it, but can't help but to eat half of the cookie batter...and part of the spatula, leaving a pretty irritated and somewhat amused Martha.

Taking advantage of her tidy and clean appearance, he dips one of his green fingers into the batter and dabs it on her nose. Martha gasps and blinks in surprise, her eyes nearly going cross as she tries to focus on the spot of cookie batter that's on the tip of her nose. Grinch laughs and snickers at her state. He just loves to mess with her.

Using a towel to wipe her nose, she turns to him with a competitive smirk.

Two can play that game!

She turns on her sink faucet and splashes him with water to get back at him. "There, now we're even!" She remarks as she laughs, his green fur now drooping like a wet dog.

"Oh yeah?" Grinch grabs some more of the batter and tries to wipe it on her, but Martha's quick to dodge, grabbing some batter into her own hand and playfully smacking him right on the forehead.

The two continue their roughhousing until the cookies are finally done. All that playing sure has made them hungry. And the cookies and eggnog were divine.

After that, time for presents and gift wrapping. They sit in her living room near her giant, 12-foot tree, contently wrapping gifts and even signing a few Christmas cards to Betty Lou and her family.

Finishing up with his fifth present, Grinch grabs a red gift bow and places it on top of her bun. Martha pauses. "What are you doing?" She asks without even looking at him.

He's always up to something.

"Nothing...just wrapping my gift,"

She raises a brow. "Your gift?"

Suddenly feeling his arm wrap around her waist, he hums. "You're my favorite gift this Christmas."

Aww!

Martha blushes as she feels her heart swell inside her chest. Oh how much she loved this man. She chuckles and grabs another gift bow, a green one, and places it on his head. Giving his cheek and kiss as she caresses his beautiful fur. "You're my favorite gift too."

All too soon nighttime came and the day, it seems, was near its end.

In a few hours it'll be Christmas, the biggest day of the year. So many Whos, young and old, will wake up to toys and presents and create such a triumphant noise.

But the noise, for now, can wait. It's quiet time like this that matters most.

With the fire burning strong, the couple lies snuggled up on her couch, a blanket wrapped around them, cuddling in the warmth of one another. Grinch gently runs his fingers through her loose hair, slowly, softly. It's putting her to sleep, he can tell. As she plays with the tuffs of green fur on his chest.

"I had an amazing time with you today." She whispers, her voice quiet yet full of feeling.

Grinch hums in agreement, pulling her as close to him as possible. Martha giggles as she felt him plant a kiss on top of her head.

The time on her clock shows '11:59'...one minute till midnight.

He stares at the clock as he speaks. "You know, even after all that time of being alone on that mountain, I never forgot or stopped thinking about you once,"

He shifts his gaze upon her. His yellow-green eyes meeting her blue ones. "I've loved you ever since the first day I met you."

She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. "Grinch..."

A small moment of silence passes before a chime sound could be heard coming from her clock. '12 O'Clock'...Christmas Day. Both briefly glance at the clock before returning their attention to one another again. They smile.

"Merry Christmas, Grinch."

"Merry Christmas, Martha May."

Their lips collided into a sweet embrace, love practically bursting from their hearts as they held each other tight.