There was a light dusting of snow already on the ground when I heard Chris's car pull into the driveway. He's spent all day at The North Carolina Children's Hospital, entertaining the kids. He went as himself at first and then he was going to be playing Santa for them this evening. I know he's gonna be depressed when he gets in the house. He always is after seeing all those kids that are probably never going to make it out of there.

I've made him some hot chocolate, and I actually baked some cookies. I know, it's scary, but yes, Shane Helms baked cookies for my man just because he was playing Santa. Hey, what can I say? I'm a sappy little shit. I just hope it cheers him up.

I could tell immediately that it didn't though. I just hate it when he does this. He get's depressed because he knows that most of those kids won't be there next year when he goes again. It's like a vicious cycle with no end in sight. I wouldn't have him any other way though. He just cares so much.

I sit on the couch with him while he eats his cookies and drinks his hot chocolate, with the radio playing softly in the background. It's Christmas Eve so all their playing is Christmas songs, most of which are just depressing him even more. That was until I heard one of my favorite Christmas songs start playing. Suddenly I had a brilliant idea for cheering him up. I got up, turned up the radio, and started to lip sync the song to him.

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, Light Blue
I'll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

By this time, I'm sitting on his lap, just like a little kid. O-Kay, maybe not just like a little kid, because I'm sure a little kid wouldn't be whispering this song in his ear and nibbling on his earlobe. But, hey, I was sitting on his lap anyway. He started to take the hat off, but I stopped him. Wouldn't you? I mean just imagine Chris Jericho in a Santa Hat. He just looked too damned cute.

Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Christmas list

I can't believe he just did that! When I said that next year I could be good, he gave me that patented Jericho smirk. He's never complained about me being bad before. He wasn't complaining last night when I was bad. Oh wait, he said that I was good last night. Hmm. And here I was trying to be bad. Oh well, it was fun none the less.

Santa honey, I want a yacht and really that's not a lot
I've been an angel all year
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight

It's a start. He's smiling at least. I'm trying to be as seductive as I can. I'm not sure how it's working out though. I mean how in the hell do you seduce Santa Clause? If anyone knows drop me a line will ya? I don't have a problem seducing him any other time. Of course, I shouldn't. Not after being together for ten years. In fact, this is our tenth Christmas together.

We got together on Christmas. Bet you didn't know that. Ten years ago, my poor little Chris, couldn't make it home for Christmas. There was a big snow storm in New York and all the airports were shut down. He just looked so pathetic and cute and sad and hot and everything else, that I had to invite him to my house. That was the best Christmas I've ever spent in my whole life. We didn't even do anything. Just did some last minute shopping and hung out for the whole weekend. Oh and I guess I need to mention that we also did a lot of falling in love with each other.

Santa baby, and fill my stocking with a duplex, and checks
Sign your 'X' on the line
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me

All right! This is not working out the way I'd planned! He just dumped me off of his lap and onto the couch! He got up and went to check on his tree. Chris Jericho is anal about his tree. I swear he put every piece of tensile on strand by strand. He said it had to be perfect. I think it is, but there he is fixing something on it. I just give up. He didn't like me sitting on his lap? Fine! He won't have to worry about that for a while.

Oh great! Now he's taking off the suit. Well that just blows my whole song now. I don't think 'Jericho, baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight' sounds quite as good. Here he comes, sitting down on his knees in front of me. I think he knows that I'm upset. He grabs the remote for the stereo and turns it off.

"Shane, I love you with all my heart. You've made me the happiest man in the whole world." Chris said, taking both of my hands in his. "Now I want to do the same for you. You see," He pulled a small box out of his pocket. "It's not from tiffany's but I did trim the tree with something special this year." He opened the box and showed me the most beautiful ring that anyone had ever seen. "Shane Helms, would you marry me?"

I couldn't stop the tears from falling then. I couldn't even find the voice to tell him yes. I just shook my head, tears streaming down my face, with a huge smile, and held my hand out. He slipped the ring on my finger, and I kissed him. It wasn't passionate or hot or anything like that, it was a kiss that was born out of sheer love. Love for the man that will give me his last name. Irvine. I'm going to be Gregory Shane Irvine. Just sort of rolls of your tongue, doesn't it?