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He whisper something, that I really couldn't decipher, to himself. "You're up!" I say enthusiastically. Well, tried to. What is he thinking about? "Baby all I want for Christmas is you." "Oh-ho, all the lights are shining so brightly everywhere, and the sound of children's laughter fills the air..." we harmonized on the bridge of the song. "That was amazing!" I exclaim. "I know. We wouldn't have gone to the Box if I knew it would have been so much fun here." He gives me a lazy smirk as he takes timely steps towards me.

He looked at me, waiting for the moment I’ll finally speak my desire. I stood in front of his, wrapping my hands around his neck. “ All I want for Christmas is… YOU Brian.” I finally spoke, looking straight in his eyes that was filled with amusement. “ You really.. want that?.” He asked with an unsure eyes. “ Definitely.” I said as I tipped toed, pressing my lips on his. he wrapped his hands tighter around my waist, kissing me deeply like it was actually our first passionate kiss. I broke the kiss as I managed to speak.

Ray sings. “There is just one thing I need.” I join. “I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree,” Jordan sings while we stay quiet. “I just want you for my own,” I say. “More than you could ever know.” Ray sings, gazing at me. “Make my wish come true,” Jordan says, looking at me. Eyes on the road, please. “All I want for Christmas is you.” We all chorus, pointing to one another. In no time, we see the Bakers’ gigantic estate gate bars, all covered with literally uncountable strands of twinkle lights. As we drive in, we feed our eyes with the Christmas decorations from different angles of the estate.

"And Christmas is coming up fast. But remember, wishes don't always come true exactly as we think they will. Sometimes they happen in ways we don't expect." Malaya nodded thoughtfully, then closed her eyes as Laila clasped her hands gently. "Ready to pray?" "Mhm." "Dear Lord," Malaya whispered solemnly, "please bless Mommy and my grandparents and family. Please let me get all the toys on my Christmas list… and please let me get my Christmas wish. Amen." Laila chuckled softly. "Care to tell me what your Christmas wish is, nugget?" Malaya's shoulders curled inward. "I… I don't want you to be mad at me."

Her big smile lit up her face as each syllable reverberated, and she and Cassandra sang along to the music : “You're my wish list Lookin' at you got me thinking Christmas Snowflakes in my stomach when we're kissin' And when you're comin' down the chimney, ooh, it feels so good I need that Charles Dickens You'll be Santa Claus and I'll be Mrs. I'll take you for a ride, I'll be your vixen I don't even know, I'm talkin' Christmas I'm talkin', I'm talkin' (ah) Caught up in the loveliness of the music, she lost herself to the dance, her movements completely in sync with the jubilant tempo of the song.

I wanna stand with you on a mountain I wanna bathe with you in the sea I wanna lay like this forever Until the sky falls down on me And when the stars are shining brightly in the velvet sky I'll make a wish, send it to heaven and make you want to cry The tears of joy for all the pleasure and the certainty That we're surrounded by the comfort and protection Of the highest powers In lonely hours The tears devour you Yhannie, Zach and Ivan all went to give my presents to Dominic, and that means in a few seconds it’s my time to present myself as the final gift for his birthday. I am offering myself for Dominic to fall in love. An' I wanna stand with you on a mountain I wanna bathe with you in th

Her last words haunt him till now …I don’t ever want to let you go, my love. Amore Mio, my heart. My life…” She needs to be alive. Even if she wasn’t, he will still find her. No excuses now.

Dear Santa, I have escaped somehow today! You know that I can love none other than you! You are my first love! You gave me the first feeling of true love! You gave me my first Kiss! And it will be you who will be my first again! I will not allow anyone to touch me! I won’t give my virginity to anyone! I am virgin for you! And I will lose my virginity only to you! I know you will keep your promise, you have always kept! I will look forward to next Christmas.

It morphed into anxiety, fear, self-doubt, and countless sleepless nights. I looked at my cold, swollen fingers, then slowly asked, "Ivano, did you have a happy Christmas?" Caught off guard by my response, the other end of the line went quiet. All the lectures he'd planned were suddenly stuck in his throat. Smiling, I said softly, "I had a happy Christmas too because I discovered a secret. The comment I wrote wasn't meant to mock you. I genuinely wish all of you well." Without hesitation, I hung up.

Acceptance. Hunger for my angel.