My family and I were over at Mark's house for a Christmas dinner. We sat in the living room around an open fire, the white Christmas tree with its glass ornaments stood in front of the bay window that looked out across the front lawn. Mark and I had helped his mother decorate it earlier in the month until Carly, Mark's mother, sent him to sit on the couch because he had broken two ornaments in five minutes. He obviously couldn't understand the delicacy needed and only stayed to be with me. I told him several times I was fine alone with his mother but he refused claiming he'd be busy later and wanted to see me before he had to work. I snuggled closer into Mark's body as we rested on the plush couch while our parents talked. He tightened his arm around my shoulders. "I can't wait for dinner.
