Sorry if this is like another one I have written, but I just seems to love writing about these two at Christmastime!


"Mary?" John called as he walked in the door."Where are you?"

"In the kitchen, darling," Mary called from another room. John walked further into the house, looking around the room. "Have you been decorating for Christmas?"

Mary came out from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. "Yes. Do you like it?"

"I love it," John said, smiling at his wife. Mary looked up at him, then giggled.

"I think you missed a decoration," she said. He looked up, and saw the mistletoe hanging over their heads.

"Merry Christmas, Mary," he whispered, before leaning down to kiss her.