"Christmas, really?" Maria grumbled, sinking into her armchair and staring at the tree you were putting up. She'd dated you since January not knowing that you were a Christmas nut. Her eyes narrowed on you.

"Do you have to make it so tacky? For Santa or something?"

She didn't have a lot against Christmas, other than just how happy it was. Maybe she was a little bitter because her parents had never made it magical, and now she just wasn't at an age where she could appreciate it.