It was one Sunday early into the month of December. The first snowfall of the season had fallen the day before.
Christmas was coming and until yesterday, I really didn't have much of a Yuletide spirit. You had left early this morning and was afternoon when you finally walked through the door. "Hey, the field down on the main road has some mighty nice looking Christmas trees how about we go down and find ourselves one?" you stated. I replied, "Yeah, that would be fun, and gives me a chance to get out of this house."
When we got to the field, we followed a snowplowed dirt road. You found a place off the road to park your truck. Okay, you exclaimed I saw a nice one up towards the back. Are you ready for a walk? I just smiled and grabbed your hand. I always have loved snow-covered trees the way each one has their own unique pattern. The brisk air entering into my lungs and the fragrant pine tickled my nose. I let go of your hand and made a snowball lagging behind you so that I had a chance to get a good shot at the back of your head. I hit my target and then you returned the throw with one of your own hitting my leg and that just started a snowball war.
We laughed like kids playing at recess but then grew tired so you put your arm around me and we continued our journey. We are getting closer you told me - you also added that this tree is such a beauty that it was worth the walk. I didn't mind walking, as it was so nice to be out in the fresh air alone with the man I loved so much. Okay you stay here and let me go make sure this is where that tree is. I will be right back you hollered as you walked away. You returned and said yes this is the spot as you put your scarf around my eyes. I want it to be a surprise you stated. I don't know why I didn't argue with you about the scarf but I decided just to follow your game.
Well, you led me just a little ways telling me when to step and when to duck so that I wouldn't be tripped or hit by a branch. Here we are as you untied your scarf and there in the midst of all these trees was a campfire, a bottle of wine chilling in the snow, a radio playing soft music, and sleeping bags laid out over the snow with one red rose laying on top. The tears just poured down my face, as you haven't done anything like this in a long time. You kiss me passionately entwining tongues as you wipe the tears that venture down my cheeks. I heard my parka being unzipped and felt the cold rushing in as my heated body soaked up the cool air. Your hands finding their way under my sweater to my breasts making the coolness of your fingertips send a wave of eagerness throughout my body ending in my warming pelvic area. You stop stating that you want this to go slow so we must have a glass of wine first before things get hot and heavy.