Christmas. What the actual hell was Christmas? An important, historical date based off... God? And colorful garlands, lights and plastic trees? And stars? Shapesmith didn't get it yet.

It didn't make sense how earthlings mixed religion, gifts and Jesus and they kept adding things like sweet bread and drinks and hot chocolate... But it didn't make any sense at all! And why did people feel so... Nostalgic but happy but sad but excited at the same time?! And where did they get those shiny boxes?

At first, when his teammate, the person he admired the most and he felt incredibly in love with, told him about Christmas, he was flabbergasted. And even a few weeks after, he didn't seem to get it yet. But he was trying his best, of course, because he thought it wouldn't be that bad to try and it actually could be fun. So for the last five weeks, he had been saving every single penny he found, managing to get enough to buy something pretty for his loved one.

And he did. He got the prettiest plush in store and a pair of socks with a funny design, wrapping them as well as he could —poorly, but it was intention what it counted— and placed it under the tree. He couldn't wait for his incredible partner to open the present.

"Night." He finally murmured, kissing his lover's shoulder and hugging them from behind. "Love you so, so much..."