that one christmas song...

He took of a sip of his beer, set the wet glass down on the cardboard coaster and leaned in close. The lights from the tree nearby cast a glow beyond his shoulder as we stood at the bar. "You know, this is my favorite Christmas song." Nat King Cole's soft-as-velvet voice had started into one of the most famed and loved of all Christmas songs. It was barely heard over the din of the bar; the clinking glasses, chatter and the newscast from the television above. "Really?" She had asked surprised. He nodded. "Yeah. Those first few lines paint such a beautiful picture. Chestnuts, fire, Yuletide carols, the choir. It describes all the perfect things about Christmas." She was honestly shocked and the attraction grew from there. He continued to describe his perfect Christmas in romanticized detail. It was completely out of character. She sucked the remains of her drink down, carefully setting it down on the bar. He also gulped the last drops of his beer. "Want to get out of here?" He asked. She nodded. They rose from their stools and walked out into the cold night back to her place. "Too bad you didn't have a fireplace," he teased.