Simon had never really been a fan of Christmas. To him it just felt like the end of another year, which wasn’t something he was very keen on celebrating. This made it even more surprising that he had agreed to help you decorate the common room for the members of the task force that weren’t taking leave for the holidays.

He was quietly grumbling to himself about how pointless this holiday was, despite the fact that he was actively hanging tinsel up. He didn’t think it was possible for anyone to love Christmas so much, but you had proved him wrong. The smile on your face when you asked for help was enough to instill a vague sense of Christmas spirit in him.

“Bloody hell, You’ll crack your head open at this rate.”

He grumbled as he walked behind you, placing his hands on your waist to keep you balanced as you stood on a stool and attempted to hang mistletoe in the doorway.