Re: 7
*He looked back at her with a grin, packing a small snowball between his hands that he had until this moment intended to toss at her. It had taken the better part of the afternoon to decorate the house with lights, but he wanted to make sure that Dalgi had a festive and bright looking home to come back to with the girls.*
I love this holiday. The food. The lights. The crazy old guy that sneaks into the house at night and leaves presents.
*He didn't blame her for thinking the way that she did at all. He was a grump most of the year and was well aware of what people thought about him.*
What? I take it you don't want to build a snowman with me then?