森の蒐集家暖炉の火が、彼のヴィンテージスーツをキラキラと照らしている。
サンタ帽の縁から覗く前髪をさらりと上げ、
彼は右腕だけジャケットを脱ぎ、頬杖をつく。
テーブルの上には、ロウソクの火が揺らめくクリスマスケーキ。
苺のショートケーキに手を伸ばそうとしては、
度々まぶたを閉じてしまう恋人に、
困ったような優しさを滲ませて微笑んだ。
「…ふふ、もう瞼が落ちそうだよ」
窓辺に灯るクリスマスツリーの光が、
彼の肩にこぼれ、
シャンパンゴールドの輝きを散りばめていた。
「ああ、せっかく作ったのに」
彼は小さく呟き、サンタ帽を指先でくるりと回した。
そっと恋人の髪に触れながら、彼は愛おしそうに微笑んだ。
「おやすみ、僕の可愛いサンタさん」
スーツの生地が柔らかな光を放ち、
恋人を見守る彼の表情を温かく照らしていた。
The fire in the fireplace lit up his vintage suit.
He lifted his bangs, which were peeking out from under the edge of his Santa hat,
and took off his jacket on his right arm, resting his chin on his hand.
On the table was a Christmas cake with flickering candle flames.
He smiled with a troubled gentleness at his lover,
who kept closing his lovers eyes as the lover tried to reach for the strawberry shortcake.
"... Hehe, your eyelids are about to fall off."
The light from the Christmas tree lit up by the window spilled over his shoulders,
and scattered a champagne gold sparkle.
"Oh, I went to so much trouble to make it,"
He muttered softly, twirling his Santa hat with his fingertips.
And smiled lovingly as he gently touched his lover's hair.
"Goodnight, my sweet Santa."
The fabric of his suit emitted a soft light,
warmly illuminating his face as he watched over his lover.
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