Meredith smiles, inexpressibly fond, something about the way he laughs getting to her. Slipping her arms up over his shoulders, she turns her head to kiss him lightly. "Something doesn't even begin to describe it," she says, smile turning sly. "Now you've actually got me looking forward to Christmas." That in itself has to be some kind of Christmas miracle. Bringing her legs up to rest against him, she brushing kisses along his shoulder, her movements still small and languorous. Whatever the holidays hold, however content she is just to lay here, the immediate future is pretty promising, too.