After Christmas

I still reminisce how last Christmas looked like. We still had custard cream on our faces, the radio was still playing, the whole house smelled of burnt chicken, but your scent much stronger around me.... I wondered how two people could manage to drop all the Christmas lights on the floor, and turn the living room to a chaotic mix, which made us blush behind our smiles. All we had around us was an aftermath of the previous night's sensual fire.....