During her sleep, the redhead had had a dream, it was one she'd dreamed many a time since that day. The day she'd found out her lover had been killed in a plane crash, it had killed her too. She hadn't been the same since waking up to that news. Bree smiled in her sleep now however, thinking of him, her lawyer, her friend, her lover.

She had married him. Mrs Karl Mayer. It had felt incredible to say and to be with him. Getting out of that loveless marriage at last, and to be with the man she so desperately loved now. It had been perfect. They had their son now, Evan, none of the trio could have been happier now, especially now, a year later, Christmas time.

The married couple had tucked up their son, Christmas Eve was something Evan had not really enjoyed with his birth mother, each year there had always been a fight between Marissa and Karl, but this year, now he had Bree as his 'mother' the boy was happier and he noticed that his father was too.

I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus

Underneath the mistletoe last night.

She didn't see me creep

Down the stairs to have a peep;

She thought that I was tucked up

in my bedroom fast asleep.

To make sure that they weren't going to fight, Evan had crept down the stairs and saw the two together in the living room, a man who he didn't know was his father was in a Santa suit, the two were dancing, closely. To Bree and Karl it was deathly romantic as they stopped, looking up as they were under the festive berry, and smiled to each other, kissing softly, staying close to each other's bodies.

Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus

Underneath his beard so snowy white;

Oh, what a laugh it would have been

If Daddy had only seen

Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.

Bree, of course got the giggles as she often did with Karl around her. He was just so loving with her, kissing her neck before she looked to him, giving him that…look, the one that read she was mischievous. She tugged at the beard around his jaw, pulling it fully away from his face as he reached up with her delicate china fingers to tickle Karl. He did it back to her, and she giggled more, moaning a little when Karl pulled her closer.

As she moaned, the redhead woke up with her arm over the pillow, her lips buried into it. Her smile faded from her face when she realized she was alone. She saw his robe hanging up and she shivered, sitting up in bed as she looked over to it before she decided to cross the room and she took it from the hanger, bringing it back to the bed with her. She lay with it, allowing her arms to wrap around it and holding herself close to it, smelling Karl's scent on it still. He was there with her.

"Merry Christmas, my darling" she whispered into the night.