It was Christmas time, and<a class="link link--external" href="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs39/f/2008/324/7/8/Fox_Girl_by_lady_cybercat.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Brie</a>was far more anxious than ever before. She had never felt a more endless night since she was old enough to appreciate Christmas. Her boyfriend was coming home from the war, and she and Angel had one big Christmas present for him. Both of them had bought new outfits for his enjoyment, and she loved<a class="link link--external" href="http://www.lingeriediva.com/core/media/media.nl?id=47085&amp;c=776793&amp;h=cbd465e3e73c3035eec5" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">hers</a>. Her tails and ears twitched slightly, and she couldn't sit still for more than ten seconds. She decided she would help her boyfriend's sister and put the last minute decorations up and the presents out. She even did a little cooking to get ready for Christmas dinner...if they found time to eat later. She made some cookies also and nibbled at them lightly. Her tails wagged slightly, finally starting to calm down a little as the smell of her cooking filled the house. She smiled and brought her friend some cookies and a couple glasses of milk for the two of them. She smiled and thought about just how close she and Angel had become over the past year that he had been gone to war, and how much he was going to enjoy his Christmas present. She grinned, knowing he probably would not make it in the door before he fainted. Brie was barefoot, and she sat on the floor on the soft, plush rug in front of the fireplace, so many feelings going through her mind at the time. Anxiousness, feelings of excitement, worry, and many similar feelings had her hands clenching and unclenching in the rug. After a moment, she nibbled at a cookie and drank her milk before lying back on the rug, loving how it felt against her skin. It was all she could do to not check the door every five minutes until he came home. This whole waiting thing was slowly killing her.