When Melchior woke up early on Christmas morning, he quickly got dressed and so he could walk over to Moritz's house. His father was gone on a business trip, so for once they could spend time together at his house. Melchior grabbed his present for his boyfriend on the way out the door and walked out into the snow.

It was only about five minutes until he was standing in front of Moritz's house. Melchior took a deep breath before knocking loudly on the door. A couple of minutes passed before he heard Moritz running down the stairs.

The door opened to reveal a brown-haired boy who looked like he had just rolled out of bed. And knowing him, he probably had. Melchior chuckled to himself. Moritz smiled happily at him and pushed the door open further so he could step inside.

"Merry Christmas, Melchi," he said, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. Melchior turned his head so Moritz was kissing his lips instead. The brunette pulled away, his face red. Melchior smirked at the other boy's reaction.

"Merry Christmas sweetheart."

Moritz's eyes flickered down to the wrapped present in his hand, then he looked back up at Melchior.

"Oh! I almost forgot," he exclaimed suddenly. "Your present is upstairs. I'll be right back."

While Moritz searched for his present, Melchior went into the kitchen to start making them some hot chocolate. There was already a fire burning in the fireplace, so he didn't have to worry about starting one himself.

After about ten minutes Melchior finished making their drinks and carefully carried them into the living room. At the same time, Moritz ran down the stairs holding his present. They both sat down on the couch, and Moritz laid his head on Melchior's shoulder.

"Thanks for making hot chocolate Melchi," he said gratefully, taking a sip, careful not to burn his tongue.

Melchior handed Moritz his present and watched nervously as he opened it. He'd gotten Moritz some new clothes because he knew his family couldn't really afford to buy more. He gasped as he looked over everything Melchior had gotten for him.

A black button-up shirt with some matching black pants and shoes. Moritz looked up at him with tears in his eyes.

"Thank you, Melchi!" Moritz gave him a hug and buried his face in Melchior's neck. Before he could say anything, Moritz pushed his present into his lap for Melchior to open.

Melchior quickly tore off the wrapping paper to see a leather journal, much like the one he writes in now. He smiled at the gift and reached over to hug Moritz. "I love it," he whispered in his ear, causing Moritz to giggle.

They threw away all of the wrapping paper and sat back down the couch together, with Moritz leaning against his chest and Melchior playing with his hair.

"This Christmas was amazing Melchior," he whispered. Melchior smiled and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his forehead.