Angrily you threw your purse on the kitchen counter. This was the third time in the last year you had caught your boyfriend, excuse me, EX-boyfriend flirting with another woman. Subsequently this was also the third time you had dumped him.
"Damn that flirting French jerk," you grumbled kicking a chair. "And he thinks I'll just come crawling back to him." You sarcastically whined, "WELL NOT THIS TIME!" Quickly you changed out of your skirt and heels to sweats and slippers.
After a while you heard someone knocking on the door, "_________! __________, s'il vous plait mon amour! (please my love)"
"Go away Francis!"
"I'm sorry, please take me back," he cried pounding on the door. "Just hear me out!"
You stalked over to the door and opened it to see a bouquet of roses and a box of Christmas chocolates. "Ahh, the usual 'I'm sorry I screwed up' flowers." You scowled at him, "Go away." You went to close the door, but he blocked the door with his foot.
Again he begged, "__________, I love you. Please don't break up with me right before I was-."
You let out a scream of frustration.
"Wait! Wait! I…hold on," Francis managed to push his way into your apartment and turned on the radio.
"Hello ladies and gentlemen, this next song is a request and it goes out to a Miss. ____________ from her boyfriend Francis. He says "I'm sorry I messed up again, please forgive me", well we wish you the best Francis and now our next song…"
You opened your mouth to say something.
"Shhhh, listen," Francis shushed you and turned up the radio.
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There's just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is...
Francis took your hand and twirled you around and started to waltz with you.
Giving your best struggle, "Francis sto-."
He pulled your head and swayed with you side to side, "Just listen, please."
After a few minutes of dancing you decided enough was enough.
"Francis this is-."
Breaking away from you he got down on one knee. "____________, I love you please…all I want for Christmas is you."
"I promise I wasn't flirting with her…I…I was just telling her how I was planning on proposing to you…I really love you _________."
Taking a deep breath you said, "I love you, even if you're a romantic jerk face." Going down to the floor you hugged him.
"D-does that mean yes."
"Yes you idiot…," you mumbled into his shirt. "Cause all I want for Christmas is you too."