'Tis the season.
Deck the halls.
Let it snow. Those were the words stamped across every Christmas card I wrote.
It had always been my favorite time of the year, and nothing made me happier than the glow of tree lights and the smell of freshly baked gingerbread.
That was until they came along.
My rockstars.
My loves.
My three men.
Now, they were the source of my joy. And I was theirs.
Home at last, after too long on...