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My mom asked me what I wanted for Christmas this year and I simply shrugged and said I don’t really know. But I do. I want to wake up and dread going downstairs because it means leaving the warmth of the bed where we’re both tangled up in one another covered only by the blankets. I want to hold your hand as you lead me down to the room filled with presents that are mere distractions from you. I want to sit next to you with our legs simply up against one another as you open up your present and I catch a glimpse of that perfect smile before you lean over to kiss me then whisper how much you love it. I want to make you breakfast in our oversized sweaters while you sing off key to your favorite Christmas songs that I used to hate, until I heard you belt them out. I want to sit on the couch holding your hand and watching cheesy movies until one of us caves and our hands start to wander because it’s cold outside and we have nowhere else to be. But how do I explain that to my mother? How do I ask for all of this when I haven’t even met you yet? I don’t even know your name or where you are, I don’t know what will make the perfect present or if you even celebrate Christmas at all. So once again I’ll shrug off the question and replace the feeling of your lips against my neck with another scarf that my sister got on sale.