You're my wish list Lookin' at you got me thinkin' Christmas Snowflakes in my stomach when we're kissin' And when you're comin' down the chimney Oh, it feels so good I need a Charles D*ckens You'll be Santa Claus and I'll be Mrs I'll take you for a ride, I'll be your vixen I don't even know, I'm talkin' Christmas I'm talkin', I'm talkin' (Ah-ah-ah-ah)

I'm talkin' deckin' all the halls I'm talkin' spikin' eggnog I'm talkin' opposite of small I'm talkin' big snowballs (Ha-ha-ha-ha) You got a new toy for me I'm out here trimmin' the tree I caught that holiday glee My true love gave it to me

Betty gave him the cold shoulder as he laughed, then let out a girlish scream as she grabbed a handful of snow in her palm and put it down the back of his coat. He continued to laugh. They got into a full-on brawl as she pulled herself up at his shock and began pummeling each other with snowball after snowball until they were both saturated and freezing to the bone.

Betty yelled "Truce" as she sobbed and belly laughed at the same time.

"Truce," he agreed, glancing across at the tree that stood in front of them on the ground. "Will this fit in the space that we have available?"

"Do we even have a place to put the tree?"

They needed a tree stand available to them. They were inspecting their tree while cocking their heads to the side, and it was now standing in the corner of the room, supported by a prop. At least it could be brought up the stairway and into the house without any problems. After another round of giggling and almost twenty minutes of maneuvering, the tree was secured and on its way back to its original location.

"It's too chilly for me to go back out," Jughead said as he unraveled his scarf and eventually took off his gloves and cap, while Betty did the same thing. "I'll send Archie a text right now. He has some leftovers from when they were operating the tree lot."

Betty gave a subdued nod before taking off her coat and putting it on the hook. She then extended her hand to Jug and waited for him to do the same.

She stuttered out the words, "We should drink tea," with her teeth still clacking after their chilly excursion into the woods and ride home in the ancient vehicle that wouldn't warm up. "or hot chocolate," she said. "But it's so chilly here that I can't go."

Jughead sat back on the sofa, turned on the television, and wrapped an old, thick flannel blanket over himself before getting comfortable. "To begin, take measures to avoid hypothermia. Second, prepare some hot tea. Or cocoa. I vote chocolate."

Betty watched as Jughead covered his body with the blanket, leaving just his face and fingers showing as he lifted the ragged piece of cloth to his chin before staring across at their tree. She was as frozen as a popsicle yet content. She was happier than she had been in a long time, which was unusual. Betty crossed the room without pausing for a second thought, raised the corner of his blanket, slipped herself all the way to the back of the sofa, and placed her head on his chest. She was aware of him tensing up under her before resuming his relaxed state as he raised his hand up to rest on her back.

"Body heat," she said in a feeble manner. "We'll become comfortable sooner if we do it this way."

He taunted her by whispering into the crown of her head, "I heard that works best if you're naked," as he pressed his lips to hers.

"Jug, if my clothing weren't truly frozen to my body, I swore to you that I would strip down to my underwear. "I'm really chilly."

After that, both he and she were very quiet, and as they sat there listening to one another's heartbeats and breaths, they drifted off into a restful slumber.