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Through the parted curtains Madge can just make out that it's snowing. She blinks a few times and goes to sit up when she is being pulled back down and against someone. "You're like a little kid," Gale murmurs, holding her close. "Santa didn't come, Madge, no reason to get out of bed."
She laughs and allows him to wrap his arms around her. "It's snowing," she tells him.
"Mmm. First white Christmas we've had in years." She nods in agreement not able to help being excited about it. He nuzzles into her and presses a warm kiss to the nape of her neck. Madge sighs and turns slightly. Gale squints into the bright light of the morning before his eyes find hers. "Go back to sleep," he scolds, though he's smiling.
"Oh, it's Christmas," Madge protests. Her hands crawl up his chest and his smile widens. "Can't we make breakfast or something?" Gale chuckles and licks his lips. "And maybe take a walk?"
"A walk in the snow," Gale murmurs.
"On Christmas."
"I get that it's Christmas, Madge. You've said it a few times." She playfully swats his chest. "Okay. We can do that. What time is it?" The two roll together to face the clock on her bedside table and Gale groans, pulling Madge's body closer. 7:23 AM. "Dammit, Madge, it's not even eight o'clock!" She laughs into his skin as he buries his face in her hair. "Back to sleep. We have at least another two hours before we should even consider getting out of bed."
"Fine, fine," Madge exhales deeply. She closes her eyes and rests her face against his chest. Just as she's about to fall asleep, the warmth of the afghan that's covering her and Gale's body overly soothing, as well as the way he twirls his fingers through her hair, Gale clears his throat. "What do you want?" she groans.
"We can do other things without getting out of bed," Gale whispers. Her eyes fly open immediately. "I mean, shit Undersee, you've got a mistletoe hanging up and everything."
Madge snorts, rolling away from him so she can look up at what he's talking about. "Gale," she says, "that's a dream catcher."
"So?"
"Definitely not a mistletoe. Completely different purpose."
"Mmm," he leans into her, licking his lips again. "Close enough."
Merry Christmas to all, or happy holidays if you don't celebrate Christmas!