Christmas

I watch his body move, weaving past the other people, his hand wrapped firmly around mine.

"Where are we going?" I question. But he just keeps walking forwards, towing me along. We've been at this for a solid twenty minutes. Winding our bodies through the ever growing crowd of evening shoppers. And then he stops. Jerking me to a halt beside him, he raises his hand and points to the display case resting in front of us. The florescent white lights attack my eyes, obscuring my vision with a thousand colorful spots. I squint my eyes and try to see what he is so intent on showing me. As my eyes adjust, I spot a small bird. A finch to be exact. Innately carved from a piece of crystal. It's amazing.

"For you." He says, pulling me close and kissing me. And all I can do is stare at him. Watch as his lips curl into his crooked smile, and his eyes shine with excitement. And I can't help but to be absorbed by his charm and optimism. It's Christmas after all.