There was a chill in the air on Christmas morning. Chandler threw a coat over his clothes and walked out onto the portico. Monica joined him.
"Merry Christmas Chandler," she whispered.
"Merry Christmas Monica." he said.
He turned his head and gave her a quick kiss.
"I had a wonderful time at the cotillion last night. " he said as he started the conversation.
"I think I have never had a more lovely time than I did last night. You are a marvelous dancer." Monica said as she shyly lowered her head.
"Monica, I do believe I am falling in love with you." Chandler said as he lowered his head. The wind blew his hair off his face as the snow flew . Monica moved her lips toward Chandler's.
"I fell in love with you the moment I saw you in my brother's room." Monica said as she let her lips brush his. He placed his hands on her shoulders and she leaned in toward him. He let his hands touch her skin and she shuttered with the feeling he gave her. It was as if she had never been in love like this before. She wanted the moment to go on forever and then she heard the door open.
"Morning Chandler, Merry Christmas, " said Ross as he walked out onto the porch. "I had forgotten about the early morning habit. " he laughed as he saw Chandler was smoking.
He walked over to Monica and kissed her on the cheek, "Merry Christmas, my dear baby sister. I am off to Magnolia Hill for the day."
Chandler asked, "Will Rachel be returning later?"
"As a matter of fact, she is coming here until New Year's. She will return before school starts again." Ross said. "I want to spend as much time with her before we return to Boston."
The plantation carriage pulled around and the house servant helped Ross inside the coach. The carriage pulled away with the young couple watching.
"Now where were we?" Chandler said as he and Monica resumed their kiss.