Another long chapter :p. I don't like these letters long; I feel like it takes away from their letter-y quality. Oh well, I can't cut down on the dialogue, I like it too much x). So long, dialogue filled letters it is!


Dear Molly,

When I woke up, I knew. I knew exactly what I would get you for Christmas. Don't you just love it when that happens?

Not wasting a second, I began rummaging through my dresser. Then I found it. It was my second favorite bandana, which looked just like the one I was wearing except that the fire decals were blue instead of orange.

I needed to give it to you. To see you wear it would've been a dream come true.

I grabbed the bandana and raced down to your house just as the sun was beginning to rise. I'd completely forgotten about whatever might be under the tree waiting for me; I had more important things to take care of.

I tried to open your door, but the knob wouldn't budge. I then remembered that it was still fifteen minutes until 6:00, so of course your door wouldn't be unlocked. Defeated, I pondered my next move. Most people would've settled for waiting outside your door fifteen minutes before giving you your present...

But, in case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm not most people. So instead, I opted for a more Christmas-y route. I started to scale the wall of your house, my sights set on the chimney at the top.

Bo has always called me a monkey, so I was pretty confident in my climbing skills. It wasn't as easy as I thought it'd be, though. I stumbled a lot, and almost fell down twice!

But I persevered, of course, and made it up to the top of your roof without breaking too much of a sweat.

Without hesitance, I climbed into your chimney. Slowly, I started to make my way down. The farther down I got, the more I began to wonder how on Earth I had gotten myself into such an odd situation, when I easily could've waited five minutes and just knocked on your door!

Love makes you do crazy things, I suppose.

Anyway, there was no turning back at that point, as it's much easier to climb down a chimney than it is to climb up one (sadly, I know this from painful experience). All I could do was keep carefully descending towards the ground and pray to goddess that you didn't have a fire going.

Eventually, my foot touched the floor, and I found myself inside your home again. I wasn't yelling and screaming, and my pants weren't aflame, so I'm assuming you didn't have a fire going. You must have known I'd be coming.

"Molly," I said. "It's Christmas, time to get up!"

You looked at me sleepily for a few moments before your eyes widened in realization of what was happening.

"L-luke!" you stammered.

"You look adorable when you've just woken up, you know." I teased, smiling playfully at you. You blushed, embarrassed, but you also smiled back.

"Anyways, merry Christmas!" I shouted. "Now get up! I want to give you your present." Laughing at my enthusiasm, you complied and stood up. I then instructed you to close your eyes, brought you over to your mirror, and expertly tied the flaming bandana onto your head.

"And…open!" You opened your eyes, and your face spread out into the widest grin I've ever seen.

"Oh my gosh! Is this…is it yours?" You asked, touching it in amazement.

"Yes, it's my extra. It looks perfect on you." I said, giving your shoulders a reassuring squeeze from behind.

You turned away from the mirror to face me, and I saw tears welling up in your eyes. "Luke, this is great. I love it." You said. Inside, I was rejoicing; I knew you'd like it, but I didn't know that you'd like it this much!

"Whoa, there's no reason to cry! I wanted to give it to you. I had to. Now you'll have a little piece of us to wear whenever you like." You nodded and wiped the water from your eyes.

"Yes, you're right, I shouldn't cry at all. A little piece of us…This bandana is wonderful. Thank you." You told me earnestly. We just stood there and looked at each other for a few more moments before you spoke again. "Oh! I've got your present too!"

Excitedly, I followed you into the corner of the room where a basket sat. You picked it up and handed it to me.

The tag read, 'Luke Care Package'. Inside, there was some axe polish, a homemade blanket, a teddy bear, a bunch of bananas, a bottle of cocoanut cocktail, and a little slip of blue paper that said 'I Owe You'.

"Molly, this is fantastic! It's like all of my favorite things in one basket!" I said gleefully. I don't know how you were able to find all of my favorite things, but you had somehow managed to fit each and every one of them into the one small basket. "But what's the 'I Owe You' for?"

"Well, there was one more thing that I wanted to put into the basket, but I couldn't find it in time for Christmas…" You explained.

"Can I know what it is?" I asked.

"Nope, you'll just have to wait and see." You said with a wink.

"Molly, this is seriously the best present I've ever gotten." I said, closing the space between us. "Thank you so much."

"No problem! I'm so happy that you like it." You giggled, and gave me a quick kiss that made my heart race.

From that point on, the day just kept on getting better. Our bandannas on, we ran outside and began playing in the snow. We made snow angels, went sledding, threw snowballs…We even built a snowman that ended up looking kinda like Mayor Hamilton!

Once all of our playing was done and we were well past exhausted, we headed back inside your house and drank hot cocoa on your couch. It was pure happiness.

"That was wonderful." You said, putting down your mug and nestling yourself underneath my arm, which I gladly put around you.

"Honestly, Molly, I think I could get used to living like this. I'd spend every day with you if I could." I told you honestly. But this time, even after admitting something big like this to you, I didn't blush. I'm not self-conscious about loving you like I was before.

"Yeah…" you replied softly, your voice drifting off and your breathing slowing down. In a matter of minutes, you had fallen asleep on my arm.

I sat like that with you until late. Eventually, I knew had to get back home. I gently removed your head from my arm, lay you down on the couch, and kissed you good night on the cheek before heading out the door and towards the house.

The first thing that I was greeted with was an incredulous Bo.

"Where were you all day? Luke, you didn't even open any of your presents!" In response, I held up the Luke care package you made for me.

"Didn't I, though?" I told him with a slight smirk. Bo looked as though he was about to ask where I got the present, but Pops cut him off.

"Molly?" he asked.

"Molly." I nodded.

I told them that I'd save the rest of the presents for the morning, and walked upstairs to bed. Even upstairs, however, I didn't miss Pops' last comment.

"He spends so much time with her, you'd think they were married…" he grumbled.

The thought made me happy. I hadn't wanted to leave you earlier tonight; if I lived with you, I could have fallen asleep next to you on the couch.

I know we've only known each other for a year Molly, but what would you think of us getting married? I can't imagine anything more wonderful than waking up to the most beautiful face in the world each morning, and falling asleep next to it each night.

As thoughts of us being together all the time danced through my head, I knew that today had been a merry Christmas indeed.

Yours (morning, noon, and night),

Luke