Chapter 52. Christmas Day

On Christmas morning, I get out of bed at four in the afternoon. Mark is currently sound asleep, but I have a terrible want to shake him awake. I have a soft spot in my heart for the holiday of Christmas. I just adore getting up early, going on a walk in the dark while the tree is lighted up, and taking in everything that comes with the experience. I can't even begin to express how much I adore Christmas.

"Mark." I drag out. He appears to be awake. "The Christmas holiday has here." I respond by saying that I am getting ready to shove him off the bed once more. "Have yourself a merry little Christmas!" I say to him while I'm helping him get off the bed.

"Why did you do that?" Mark asks, groaning and rising up. The Christmas pajamas he was wearing had finally been shown to me. I burst out laughing until I am crying with laughter. "What?" Mark asks snappy.

"Your PJs." I will say when I am not u**er the in****nce of alcohol or d***s. He casts his gaze downward and lets