“You’re mean!” The snowball had hit Starsky right into the face.

“Who said I’m not good at snowball fights?” Hutch teased.

“Just wait!” Starsky grabbed for more snow. He saw Hutch kneeling behind a big tree, making new snowballs.

Starsky sneaked up, his hands filled with snow.

He lunged forward and pressed the cold mass in Hutch’s collar.

“Arghhh.” Hutch jerked and fell back down. Starsky went with him, not letting go.

Covered with snow, they looked at each other.

“Goofball,” Hutch said.

“Love you, too - and Merry Christmas,” Starsky said, removing a snowflake from Hutch’s frosty nose.

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