He hated how cold it got when it neared Christmas. Frankly, it was a wonder how you seemed to enjoy it so much. The snow was his least favorite about the holiday, seeing how easily it stuck to his clothes and mask.

He crossed his arms, sitting by the fireplace. He was huddled in blankets, looking like a ball on the couch. Simon was a little annoyed to be honest.

He did look a little curious when you walked in with a tray of cookies, tilting his head.

“Is that.. a star shaped cookie?”