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A warm fire, a cozy armchair, fluffy pajamas, and an embroidery project in her hands—what more could Bernadetta want from a Christmas Eve?
Not just that, but she was all alone too! Just her and comfort.
“Oh, this might just be my favorite Christmas Eve of all! No one bothering Bernie, and Bernie bothers nobody. I remember that Christmas at the officers academy. The party was way too chaotic.”
She puts in a few stitches, around the sixth one she hears a faint meow.
“Snuggles! How could I forget about you! Come here pretty girl!” She sets aside her embroidery.
Now there’s a soft, purring cat in her arms. Bernadetta loves Christmas time. She can buy a ton of stuff for herself, bake all sorts of sweets and treats, and bundle up in warm clothing.
The fire flickered down to coals, and the winter storm swirled louder. Bernie picked up snuggles and made her way to the bedroom.
“C’mon now, my sweet kitty~ let’s sleep tonight, comfy and tight, and wake up to the excitement of Christmas!”
“Mrrp!”
The bed was warm, the covers fueling it’s coziness. Thoughts of presents and joy brought Bernadetta to sleep, ready for a fun Christmas Day.