"i saw mommy kissing santa clause underneath the mistletoe last night .." softly the song rang in the background. stood hidden among the crowd, she imagined how sweet it would be to be hanging closely with love ones during this mesmerizing season, to be held securely in a warm embrace, an embrace so familiar it soothes even the most anxious moment n experience along the journey. truly a beautiful season to be reminded of how lucky one is, how love managed to wrap one so tight, against all disparity lurking waiting only for the precise moment to swallow the mind. with this thought, she leaned even closer against him. suffering is often a great gift, an eyeopener, n not a curse many had assumed it is.