He loves Christmas morning. He thinks every morning should be like it.
It's the third one they're spending together, and slowly they've been building their little traditions. They'll sleep until noon, sit in the mess of the sheets and open presents. He usually buys her all the books she hasn't managed to find herself, and then insists he read bits of them to her. Sometimes he uses stupid voices to enunciate certain parts, making her laugh so hard he's worried she'll crack a rib.
She loves Christmas mornings. She thinks there should be more then one per year.
It's the third one they're spending together, slowly accumulating into tradition and habit. She usually wakes up first, watches him sleep for a while. She tries to imagine his face when he opens that one present she knows he'll love. This morning, when he opens that video game and the book about the baseball scores from whenever, she delights in his smile. LJ refuses to do cuts, so you just get the story. I also don't own the show, three years on. Merry Christmas.