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Johnny stands on a step ladder, carefully hanging the last glowing star at the top of the tree, while Mavis wraps twinkling lights around the bottom of the tree. There it is. The final result. Shiny ornaments, candy canes, and tiny stars place one by one, filling the branches of the pine tree with colourful lights.
They step back from the tree to admire their masterpiece. The Christmas tree was done. It isn't fancy except for that gold thread and twine hanging there. The lights glow warm, like their connection, and it feels perfect.
Above them, hanging from the door frame, is the mistletoe. It's a small sprig with white berries. The tradition is: when you stand under the mistletoe, you must kiss.
Johnny smiles at Mavis, “you know what I’m thinking right now?” “Mm-hm. permission granted.” Mavis says, smiling back.
Their eyes hold the reflection of the warmth of the tree lights. They moved closer, their pace not so slow or fast. They already know each other well, but this feels different. This is under the mistletoe...
He cupps his hand gently on her cheek. Then he leans in first as she reaches for him. Their lips meet, not like their morning kiss. Those are short and sweet. This kiss is not short. But it is not too long either. For a moment, they close their eyes. The only thing that matter is the feeling of their lips meeting each other. It feels more like a Christmas promise.
Even with the simple, decorated Christmas tree, it is the mistletoe that perfectly frames their passionate kiss. They stand there for a long time, just watching the warm, blinking lights. The moment is simple yet beautiful.