I'm Dreaming Of A Pretty Christmas..
It was Christmas Eve. Toni sat noisily on the sofa, sipping long eggnog.
He looked at the amazing "pasta" hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Lovino had hung it there, just before they looked at each other often and then fell into each other's arms and kissed each other's lip.
If only I hadn't been so bare, Toni thought, pouring a handsome amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Lovino might not have gotten so proud and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a happy tear and held his hand in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a cool voice lifted slowly u