"Max, do you want to dance?"
Max grinned ... "C'mon Mischa ... you know I can't ... not with these two left feet."
She smiled and said, "It doesn't make any difference, Max. I'll take care of you." and led him to the dance floor.
And she did take care of him ... her graceful steps compensating for his awkward movements ... Not that too many were looking at him as they danced.
And when they played the slow numbers, all they did was embrace and gently sway to the music ... the whole world ceased to exist ... time stood still ... and everyone and everything else melted into the background ... it was just ... Mischa and Max ... the smiles on their faces reflected the state of their joyous hearts ... hearts overflowing with affection, devotion, adoration, passion ... love ...
Love ... the wonderful warm feeling Max felt everytime he said the word "Mischa" out loud ... Why did that one word bring a smile to his face? ... the one word that brought back so many pleasant memories ... the most pleasant of them all being their dances on Christmas-eve.
Christmas ... for Max, it was special ... he celebrated the birth of the Lord and the birth of the love of his life ...
Christmas was here again ... the decorations were up, beautifully wrapped presents lay under the Christmas tree and milk and cookies were left for Santa ... but this year, Max didn't go to the dance ... he came straight back home after Church ... he stayed up, listening to carols and flipping through photo albums ...
"Why are you crying, Daddy?" ... little Eliza had crept downstairs ...
"What are you doing here, darling? Did you have a bad dream?"
"I miss Mom" she said as he snuggled up to him on the couch
"I miss her too, dear."
He sighed, kissed her on her forehead and then hugged her tight. Then they looked at the photo albums together, and smiled as they relived all the joyous moments that they'd shared with Mischa. He even let her open a few of her presents and grinned as she leapt with joy everytime.
Some time later, Max notices that Eliza has fallen asleep on the couch, surrounded by her many gifts. He smiles at his lil' angel sleeping so peacefully ... and gently lifts her up and takes her to her room.
Finally he's alone once again ... he turns off the carols and puts on a slow number that they'd danced to every year for so many years ... and as he leans back on the couch and closes his eyes, he hears the familiar voice ...
"Max, do you want to dance?"
He smiles and says, "Yes Mischa"
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Wish you all a very Happy Christmas ... I just hope I don't spend the holidays working ... :) Anyways, wish u guys have an awesome time!!! Cheers!!! :)
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