Love

"It's the most wonderful time of the year," he sang as he tested the lights, "with the kids jingle belling ... " " ... the ancient foretelling, as their end was near!" she howled back loudly from the kitchen. "It's the most wonderful time of the year," they sang in unison. He walked over to the breakfast nook where she was making them coffee. "I am madly in love with you," he said (looking slightly deranged from where the pine branches had grabbed his hair). "Mistletoe is poisonous," she whispered (gesturing to the doorway where he'd hung a sprig for good luck) and blew him a kiss.