Merry Christmas in August! At least in this chapter anyway ;). I hope you all enjoy it, and please review :D!


Dear Molly,

Merry Christmas eve! I hope that Santa treats you especially well this year! If he's half as enchanted with you as I am, then you're sure to get lots and lots of presents.

I spent most of today prepping my family for your arrival. Pops was actually fairly good about things; he said that he didn't want to ruin my chances with a special girl.

Bo on the other hand, wasn't quite as cooperative. For some odd reason, he seemed to think that the idea of you and me together was absolutely hilarious.

"Are you sure this isn't some big practical joke, Luke? I mean, you and Molly?" Once he said this he just started laughing. I'd never felt anything like it before, but at that moment I had the strong desire to kick Bo where it really hurts.

Are we that silly to people? Are my feelings that impossible?

No, I can't be thinking like that. Bo is just one person. One horribly wrong person.

After deciding that it would be best to ignore he-who-shall-not-be-named-because-he's-totally-and-completely-wrong-about-us, I went upstairs and changed into my best (and, admittedly, my only) tuxedo. I combed out my hair, and put on a fancy little bowtie. Everything had to be absolutely perfect.

You arrived at 7:15 on the dot. When I opened the door, my mouth literally fell open. You were wearing a beautiful sparkly red dress, complete with dangly earrings and just the right amount of makeup. Wowza.

"I feel like a lowly peasant boy standing next to a queen." I told you as I walked you in. You giggled, and said that you thought I looked wonderful. My cheeks inflamed.

At the start of the dinner, I was really, really nervous. Even more nervous than Luna gets about what she's going to wear the next day. And that's pretty darn nervous.

But, eventually, it felt like you were just another part of the family. Pops made jokes, Bo and I alternated on telling stories, and you told us more about life on your farm. By the end of the dinner, we were all talking and laughing and singing together. I didn't want Christmas eve to end!

But, unfortunately, I'm not a time wizard. So the dinner did eventually come to a close. You thanked Pops for having you, gave Bo a handshake, and then you turned to me and gave me a big kiss good night.

"Ooooooh!" Pops and Bo made sounds in the background. I shot them an angry glare, but you just laughed and wished us all a merry Christmas before walking out the door. I wish that I could deal with things as gracefully as you do.

A few minutes after you left, Bo came up to me.

"Hey, Luke...I'm sorry about what I said earlier." He said, looking sheepish. "I was wrong. It looks like Molly really loves you." My face broke out into a gigantic grin at his words. I thanked him sincerely and pulled him into a tight hug. I was floating on cloud nine for the rest of the night.

Was Bo right this time, Molly? Do you love me? It would absolutely make my world if you did.

Just like with your birthday, I know that whatever I get you for Christmas has to be super special. I also know that if I'm going to get it to you by the time you wake up tomorrow, then I'll have to work real hard.

But that doesn't matter. 'Cause you're worth it.

Yours (all I want for Christmas is you),

Luke