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[loaded_wolf]

Angua hadn't just cut down the tree, but she'd brought home enough crafts to decorate it and a few of it's brothers and sisters. Some of them were hanging from the walls and ceiling, this sparkly stuff, a long string of leaves, white paper snowflakes.

Even if she didn't celebrate Christmas, Angua had to admit it made the yurt feel even homier.

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[weary_head]

Dean stood in the middle of the room, head back to take in as many decorations as was possible.

There were a lot to take in.

He cleared his throat, keeping his eyes on a particularly sparkly snowflake. "You really...went all out."

[loaded_wolf]

"Is it good?" Angua asked, coming in behind Dean with a hopeful look on her face. "I mostly used the Compound as inspiration, and some pictures I found in books. Look at this one..." She passed him, absently pulling her mittens and hat off at the same time. She went to the bed, grabbing a book and returning to Dean to show him.

"The Night Before Christmas." She pulled it away before he even had a chance to take it. "I was told about this, too," she said, a knowing look in her eyes.

[weary_head]

"What?" Dean asked. "Oh, the big poem thing." He ducked his head, fingering a sprig of holly. He didn't actually know much of the story - only as much as he'd heard from other kids long ago in school. He wondered if Angua would think it was weird if she knew it better than he did already.

"I only know the first part."

[loaded_wolf]

"We can read it after we decorate the tree," Angua said, setting the book back down on the bed. She wondered if she was impressing Dean with her knowledge of Christmas traditions. "I have cookies to leave out, too, and..." She blushed, looking sheepish. "I learned a few of the songs."