Hot Cocoa and Mistletoe

by Elise Kennedy

Her thoughts took a screeching halt as he wrapped his eagle-sized wingspan around her and squeezed her tight, lifting her feet off the ground. She fired enough brain cells to wrap her five-foot-four-sized arms around him in return and bury her face in his chest. He pulled her hard against him, and she squeezed him back. She loved a hugger who meant business.

Christmas Eve was her favorite day of the year. Not Christmas Day, with all its glitz and expectations, but the unassuming, quiet Christmas Eve. There was so much hope and happiness in the air, the anticipation of so many good things yet to come.