Barty’s family had no idea, whatsoever, how to celebrate Christmas. But much to their chagrin, you were Barty’s partner; and you were along to jazz up what would've been a normal December morning at Crouch Manor. "This is hideous," Barty muttered, regarding the bristling green Christmas tree with utter disdain. His hands were clasped around your waist, lifting you up in order to set baubles on the higher up branches. "I love it," he whispered as soon as his father left the room, "keep going." He grinned up at you, his dimpled smile marking his features.