Growing up, JJ hated Christmas. He hated pretty much any holiday. It was always just another reminder for him that his dad hadn't - and wouldn't - step up. Years of forgotten birthdays, presentless Christmas mornings, and Thanksgiving dinners spent stealing food just to get something to eat. He had grown to resent the holidays. Until he moved in with the rest of the pogues the second he turned eighteen. It was your first Christmas with everyone after all moving in together, and you were sat beside JJ, leaning up to put a Santa hat on him with a wide smile. Pope sat on the armchair with Cleo, John B and Sarah were curled up near the fireplace, and Kiara was finishing up the food in the kitchen after kicking JJ and John B out for nearly burning the kitchen down. "What're you doing?" JJ laughed as you fitted the Santa hat onto him.