Traditions, day 8, holiday fic advent
Traditions, for day 8 of my holiday fic advent.
shippygrl, The West Wing
485 words
Josh/Donna, "post-show (obviously) and having to do with Christmas and Hanukkah.
“What can I say, we weren’t really religious,” Josh says, taking off his robe and hanging it over the door of his closet. “I mean, we were Jewish, I mean we are Jewish but we never really observed the Seder, we celebrated Hanukkah sure but gave Christmas gifts too...”
Donna rolls her eyes, grabs a bottle of lotion off of the dresser and struggles to her into bed. She’s huge for five months; Josh keeps joking that they’re actually having twins, just to piss her off. “Ugh, one Lyman offspring is plenty.”
Donna smooths lotion over her elbows and knees, thinks quietly for a moment. “What do you think though, will we celebrate... Christmas or Hanukkah with the, our...” She’s not quite sure what to say, so settles on “child.”
Josh settles himself under the covers, jostling the entire bed as he does so. “I mean,” he begins, exhales loudly. “What’s the problem with celebrating... both?”
“No, yeah, I just... I know you’re not, that we’re not,” she motions in the empty space between them. “Particularly religious but... don’t you think that there’s a certain...”
“Hon, I’m going to be honest here, it doesn’t matter to me. I mean-”
“Josh, it matters to me. It matters that... our child has the same meaningful family experiences that we had when we were growing up. I think that it’s important... that we celebrate both Christmas and Hanukkah.”
Josh presses his hands to his eyes and then tucks them promptly under the pillow. “Yeah, fine, that’s fine.”
“What?”
“Donna, we will celebrate whatever you want to celebrate, honestly, I’m just letting you know if we’re going to do the Hanukkah thing, we’re going to... do it right. I’m not half-assing a holiday for our son. Or daughter.” Josh grins when she shoot him a glare, “But honestly, probably son. Or, son and daughter.”
She thwacks him with a pillow. “Why is this a... problem, then?”
“It’s not a problem, I think it’s a great thing. I guess I just always assumed that we would celebrate both.”
“Oh,” she sighs and settles down in the bed next to him. “Okay just... no half assing it.”
“Go big or go home,” he yawns. “And you’re going to have to learn to make latkas. From my mom.”
Donna snuffles and settles her head on the pillow. “Josh, I know how to make latkas.”
“Donna, we said no half assing it. And I’m sorry but it’s just not Hanukkah without my mother’s latkas.”
shippygrl, The West Wing
485 words
Josh/Donna, "post-show (obviously) and having to do with Christmas and Hanukkah.
“What can I say, we weren’t really religious,” Josh says, taking off his robe and hanging it over the door of his closet. “I mean, we were Jewish, I mean we are Jewish but we never really observed the Seder, we celebrated Hanukkah sure but gave Christmas gifts too...”
Donna rolls her eyes, grabs a bottle of lotion off of the dresser and struggles to her into bed. She’s huge for five months; Josh keeps joking that they’re actually having twins, just to piss her off. “Ugh, one Lyman offspring is plenty.”
Donna smooths lotion over her elbows and knees, thinks quietly for a moment. “What do you think though, will we celebrate... Christmas or Hanukkah with the, our...” She’s not quite sure what to say, so settles on “child.”
Josh settles himself under the covers, jostling the entire bed as he does so. “I mean,” he begins, exhales loudly. “What’s the problem with celebrating... both?”
“No, yeah, I just... I know you’re not, that we’re not,” she motions in the empty space between them. “Particularly religious but... don’t you think that there’s a certain...”
“Hon, I’m going to be honest here, it doesn’t matter to me. I mean-”
“Josh, it matters to me. It matters that... our child has the same meaningful family experiences that we had when we were growing up. I think that it’s important... that we celebrate both Christmas and Hanukkah.”
Josh presses his hands to his eyes and then tucks them promptly under the pillow. “Yeah, fine, that’s fine.”
“What?”
“Donna, we will celebrate whatever you want to celebrate, honestly, I’m just letting you know if we’re going to do the Hanukkah thing, we’re going to... do it right. I’m not half-assing a holiday for our son. Or daughter.” Josh grins when she shoot him a glare, “But honestly, probably son. Or, son and daughter.”
She thwacks him with a pillow. “Why is this a... problem, then?”
“It’s not a problem, I think it’s a great thing. I guess I just always assumed that we would celebrate both.”
“Oh,” she sighs and settles down in the bed next to him. “Okay just... no half assing it.”
“Go big or go home,” he yawns. “And you’re going to have to learn to make latkas. From my mom.”
Donna snuffles and settles her head on the pillow. “Josh, I know how to make latkas.”
“Donna, we said no half assing it. And I’m sorry but it’s just not Hanukkah without my mother’s latkas.”