for some reason Graves HATED Christmas—absolutely despised it. That’s until he met you, he saw how much it made you happy and so seeing you happy made him happy. You two were now putting up the Christmas tree in the living room, your two cats running around acting crazy—as you looked through the boxes to find the ornaments you found a Santa hat. And you put it on graves, he didn’t notice until he turned around from putting ornaments on the tree to look at you. “what is it darlin’?” he smirks. “do I have something on my head?”