A/N: This one's for Emma. Merry Christmas, Emmy!

Emma Wilbanks stretched her arms high above her head on Christmas morning, looking out of the wimdow at the sun in sky. It was unseasonably warm for a winter day in Maryland, and there were already children playing with their new Christmas toys outside.

She climbed slowly out of bed, manuvering herself over random junk littering her floor. She made her way very slowly down the stairs, tip-toeing softly. She expected that the people in the house would still be asleep, but no. Nobody was home but her.

She saw the Christmas tree, and hurried towards it, expecting to see a pile of presents waiting for her.

But when she got there, she saw much more than that.

There's were presents for her, to be sure, at least seven or eight of them. However, there was also a young man standing there, smiling at her. He had a red bow sitting on top of his shaggy brown hair, and he wore a black vest over a blue t-shirt and jeans. She'd seen his face so many times that she knew who it was immediately.

Christofer Drew smiled even bigger at the stunned look on her face. "Hello, EmmaLee."

She inched towards him slowly, reaching her hand out to touch the soft fabric of his shirt, making sure he was really there and this wasn't her imagination messing with her head. He just continued to smile at her, delighting in her awed expression.

"Wha- What are you doing in my house?" Emma asked, still shocked.

"Well, your parents called my manager, saying you were a big fan of mine. They said that they would pay me three hundred dollars if I came over here and met you on Christmas." He smiled again. "I told them I would do it, and they didn't have to pay me. And..." He reached into his pocket and pulled something out, holding it tight in his fist. "I wanted to add my own little spin on the gift."

He opened his hand, and Emma gaped at what he held. There, in the palm of his hand, was a small twig of mistletoe. Emma gulped.

He leaned down as he lifted the mistletoe high above the both of them, holding it between his thumb and forefinger.

Emma took in a deep breath of air, and before she knew what was happening, she was kissing Christofer Drew.

It was a short kiss. He merely touched his lips gently to hers, lingered there for a moment, and then leaned back up with a smile. It was brief, but it was very sweet, and it took Emma's breath away.

"Merry Christmas, EmmaLee," he said softly, tucking the mistletoe behind her ear.

Emma smiled shyly. "Merry Christmas, Christofer," she said.

She'd only been awake a few minutes, and this was already the best Christmas of her life.

A/N: And that's all there is to it. Merry Christmas, Emmy and Devy! Hope you liked my gifts. :)