"You know what I've always wondered?"

"What's that?"

"Why you put up so many Christmas decorations when you're Jewish?"

I chuckle and adjust myself so that I'm sitting more comfortably against Chandler's chest as we're propped up against my headboard. "That's a silly thing to ask," I tease.

"Well, I'm a silly guy. But I still wonder about it." He threads his fingers through my hair and massages my scalp, and I can feel goosebumps rise all over my skin. I pull my quilt more firmly around us and tilt my face up to kiss his neck.

"Would you believe it's as simple as that I like Christmas decorations?"

"Really? That's it?"

"Yep. I didn't grow up feeling deprived of Christmas; I was always invited to Rachel's for the holiday, and she usually came over for Hanukah. This whole time of the year is just so cheery and festive that I like to spread it around. Plus, I just like Christmas decorations more."

"Huh." He seems genuinely surprised by this revelation. "Who knew it'd be something so simple? Here I'd put aside hours to discuss some childhood trauma, and all it is is one of your adorable quirks. Whatever shall we do with all that spare time? I know!" He answers himself before I have a chance to even chime in, so I can only imagine what he's up to. "Let's make out!"

I let out a loud laugh as pushes me over and pounces on top of me, silencing me with a kiss. I enjoy the moment before giving his shoulder a gentle push. "Chandler! We have to be quiet."

He rolls his eyes playfully. "Well, that's what I was trying to do. Can you think of any other reason why I would kiss you like that?" Again, he doesn't bother waiting for a response before sealing his lips to mine, and for a few minutes, I am lost.

I finally regroup long enough to pull away again. "Seriously, though, Rachel's going to be home soon."

"What are you talking about? It's the middle of the afternoon."

"No, it was the middle of the afternoon. Now it's after five."

Puzzled, he cranes his neck to look at my bedside clock, as if I would lie to him about something like how much time we have together. "How'd that happen?"

I grab his face and redirect his attention to me. "Time flies when you play hooky from work to spend quality naked time with your girlfriend."

He smiles before kissing me once more, then rolling off of me. "So," he says, grabbing my hand and twining our fingers together. "Our first holiday season together."

I bring his hand to my lips and gently kiss his knuckles. "Sure is."

"What do you think we'll do for the holidays next year?"

I work very hard to keep my breathing even; Chandler is talking about our future. I know even tiptoeing around the subject of us being together somewhere down the line usually freaks him out, so I really don't want to make a big deal out of it. Still, though, knowing that he's thinking about us still being an us a year from now makes me feel giddy.

Instead, I concentrate on our interlocked fingers and try to keep my voice as casual as possible. "Don't know. Same thing we did last year? Same thing we're doing this year?"

"But that means nothing. We're going to continue to do nothing? We should go somewhere like, I don't know, the Bahamas. Christmas on the beach with a drink in my hand and my girl at my side sounds like paradise to me."

I let go of his hand and turn into him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, trying to hide my face because I know that I won't be able to disguise how excited this discussion is making me. "That sounds amazing, but you're forgetting something?"

"Sunblock?"

"That, and I work in restaurant."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, I don't know if you've noticed, but New York City gets pretty crazy during the holiday season. Restaurants get busier. It can be next to impossible for a chef to take a vacation during that time of year."

"But you're the head chef. Doesn't that count for anything?"

"Not as much as you might think. It really only means that I'm the one least likely to get a vacation."

"Well that blows."

He sounds so disappointed that I have to laugh. "Yeah, it can. But I don't know that there's any place in the world I'd rather be at Christmas than New York. I'm sure there's somewhere around here that would supply you with a tropical drink. There may not be warm sand, but it's not the worst option."

"Eh. As long as we get to spend it together, I guess it doesn't really matter where we are."

That may be the most profound thing I've ever heard from Chandler, and honestly, it freaks me out a bit. Instead of answering, I lift my head to look at the clock and groan. "It's almost six. Rachel really will be home soon. You have to get dressed."

"What if I don't want to?"

I shrug as I start to dig through the pile of clothing at the foot of my bed and begin to toss his clothes at him. "Your call. You know, Rachel finding out about us would be the fastest way to spread the news to the group…"

I don't even have to finish that sentence before Chandler's grabbing his clothes and pulling them on. He doesn't get very far before I hear Rachel's key in the lock; our eyes widen comically as I grab my bathrobe and cover myself. "Get dressed and be ready to run," I whisper. I tighten the sash on my robe and hurry out to the living room to meet Rachel.

*A/N….So, a couple of things. People keep saying I should put all of these into one story. To that, I say nay. Not gonna do it. I kind of like them all separate. I only intended to ever write just one or two, and I realize it's becoming much more than that; however, I like these little moments being stand alone—they all do work together, but that might not always be the case. Plus, I've got a few chapter twos in the works, so, for me, it's just easier to keep it this way. Sorry if that comes across as rude or cantankerous, but that's the situation with my little world. But seriously—thank you to all of you for the support. Your reviews are wonderful and have been wonderful for my battered ego. You're all wonderful!