Alexandra tied the belt around her red and white fleece robe, the one Billy had waiting for her after making love. Billy had strategically planned out the day and didn’t miss a single thing. The matching robes added the finishing touches, leaving her hungry for more days like today.
Billy must have added more legs to the fire while she slept. A green and red wool blanket with reindeers covered her naked body when she woke up. The smell of freshly baked scones took over the room. Before she called out to him, Billy appeared at her side two mugs of coffee, two small dishes and a basket full of scones and muffins on her grandmother’s metal tray, placing it down on the floor in front of the fire. The tray brought back so many memories of her grandmother who took it out every year at the Holidays.
“Breakfast is now being served by the fire.”
Billy handed her a mug. A cinnamon stick replaced the spoon and whipped cream in the shape of a bell floated in the center of the mug.
“What can I get my girl? An apple muffin or a blueberry scone?”
“That’s a hard choice. They both smell delicious.” Alexandra touched the muffins and immediately pulled her fingers away. “That’s hot!”
“I hope so. I just took them out of the oven.”
“You are one of a kind. I would have thrown an English Muffin in the toaster and called it a day.”
“Not me. At this time of year, I try my best to keep the traditions alive that I was brought up.”
“I use to. But I spend most holidays alone. I wasn’t going to make a fuss over myself.”
“No. But now I have someone to make a fuss over and I hope you feel the same.”
“Yes I do. It will be wonderful to break out my grandmother’s old cookie recipes and share them with you.”
“It’s all about the holidays and tradition, something that fell out of sorts through the years.”
“Maybe we can change that?”
“You can count on that. I foresee a lot of things changing in the future.”
Alexandra’s eye brows rose. “Like?”
“I think we have already changed our lives when we met each other again. We were given a second chance. That’s why I only see good things for us in the future.”
“I’m counting on it. We both hold the key to our destiny. And I think this time around the door is opened to endless possibilities in our lives.”
“I agree. It’s important we keep open communication and the fund and spontaneity thing we’ve been doing. And most importantly twist.”
“Couldn’t agree more. I love knowing that when my head hits the pillow at night, I don’t have to wonder where or what you’re doing.”
“Looks like we’re on the same page. Keeping that in mind, I’d like to put on some Christmas music wile we eat breakfast.”
“Sounds great. I love listening to the carols. A tradition as a kid was for my family to sing carols and drinks apple cider.”
“When I was a kid our tradition was to drink hot chocolate with mini marshmallows while watching Christmas movies. That was until my parent split.”
“You’re telling me as a teenager you hung around with your parent?”
“Sure, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, only because I didn’t have a choice in the matter. But of course tradition went right out the window when my parents got divorced. They became so involved in their own lives that the holidays were no longer a big part of our lives.”
Billy put his head down and shook his head. “I have to agree with you on this. My parents did the same thing.”
“I lost all my faith in the Christmas magic. I haven’t put up a tree in over ten years. The most I’ve done is put up the small ceramic Christmas tree my best friend Dee had made me in ceramics over twenty years ago.”
“And this year?”
“This year is different. I feel the Christmas magic.”
Billy reached his hand out and Alexandra took it. Once on her feet, they embraced. Hugs and kisses were always one of her favorites, and ones that satisfied her whenever Billy took her in his arms.
“Let’s finish our breakfast at the table. You sit down and I’ll bring everything to you.”
“No. I need for you to get some paper.”
“Yes. We are going to make a list before we go shopping. Christmas is only a week away and there still is a lot to do.”
“Then we’ll keep it small.”
“No way. This is our first Christmas together and I want it to be special, one that you won’t forget. It will be our first memory together.”
“Yes it will.”
“First, I want you to eat one of the scones. Those have always been one of my favorites. They don’t take long to make either.”
Alexandra got the paper and brought the coffee pot over to the table, placing it on the Santa Clause hotplate. Another trinket Billy had added, that she hadn’t seen earlier.
Billy sat down opposite her and took the pad and pen. “I’m going to write out our twelve days to Christmas plan. So you better get to use to seeing me every night as we check off as we go along.”
“And what’s going to be on this list?”
“Besides making love to you every day, it will be my little secret that will keep you coming back for more.”
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