He held my hand as we strutted down the corridor, leading to the hall, jostling and pushing like boisterous teenagers.

He said something which sparked yet another one of those harmless verbal sparrings, which I would always concede with a frown, a scowl, or more often than not, a pout.

We laughed.

He led me by the hand to the other side of the hall, one, where we seldom ventured.

But with the festive season, we have more reasons to do so.

The sky outside was still clothed in its gray suit, as it halted from a heavy shower just minutes before.

Or was it the evening that had claimed its authority from day, and had ripped of its glorious glow.

Just minutes before, the picture the windows had framed, was one of whiteness and blur.

And just half an hour prior to that, he had led me to that far end of the hall, standing by the window, circling his arms round me from behind, as we watched the rain drops making their impressions on the puddles scattered on the ground.

He let go my hand briefly as I stood right in the middle of the hall, as he continued on.

With his stuff cradled in his arms, he was rattling on, smiling brightly(at his own joke, as usual), as he looked into my eyes, whilst walking from that end, to where I was.

It was a swift and casual moment, as he litted up the room.

Literally.

He flicked on the switch with his toe in the midst of the conversation.

If not for the endearing spots of glittery yellow, I couldn’t have noticed it.

He litted the room, and I thought to myself how Christmas was already 2 days ago.

And somehow, it being my favourite festive season, I hadn’t quite wanted it to end.

That gesture of his, had extended it for yet another day for me.

I felt that childlikeness of glee beaming as I stared at the dull tree that came to life.

I silently mused how beautiful Christmas is.

I didn’t ask why he litted it up either, but I secretly suspected that Christmas trees intrigue him too.

I walked him to the door.

With a final kiss and a linger hug, I drew a deep breath in, taking in the pleasant mixed aroma of tobacco, scent of his cologne(mixed with my perfume, perhaps) one last time, and registered it to memory.

Merry Christmas, SBB.

Thanks. The gift is sweet.

P/S: And most probably, because of the 10 minutes taken up for this post, VampTreSS and gang(Brian and Nick especially) would slaughter me for being late.

Then again, no one would ever be early!