Two Christmases and an image
My best Christmas ever was my first year with the gang, actually. I knew that I was safe, that I was protected from those who were hunting me, and that everything was going to be all right. We didn't have much, but John had scared up some Holly and a bit of Ivy, and we hung that from our tents, and had a warm fire that helped dry us off where we were cold and wet from the snow, and Essam made us his spiced cider and wine, to celebrate the day of peace, he said, though he isn't a Christian, even, and we sang some carols, then traded chores and promises as none of us had the money or the skill to make gifts or trinkets that we really didn't need. It felt...better, more real than when I was at home, or when I was a squire. I think it sort of showed me what family and friends and loyalty are all about.
My next best Christmas was the first I spent with Gis. Again, he's not a Christian, but I wanted to give him something anyway, to thank him for all he's done for me, and managed to scrabble together enough materials to make him some new arrows for his work, with the black tips that he favors, and he gave me a sharpening stone for my kilij. We had gingercakes from the market as well, and cider, and while he could have brought in more for the day, had he truly wished to, I think Gis knew that doing that would only hurt us and our pride a damn sight more, so he held back, but made sure we were comfortable, and well, and at peace for once in our crazy, chaotic world.
And that was when I kissed him the first time...
We have enough holly gathered this year to begin making wreaths. Here's the start of the one I'm working on myself. I'm not as handy with the crafts as some, but come Christmas Eve, it will be finished and ready.