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“I just adore Christmas, Hersh,” Claire says, looking down at her Christmas jumper. Hershel has one on too, and feels a bit silly. But isn’t that sort of the point? “I just love it.”
Hershel smiles, shivering as the wind blows. He tries to hurry up putting up this wreath, just so they can both go inside. Why did he forget to do it earlier, when it was light and warmer?
“I love it too,” he says, despite the cold and how the holly wreath keeps pricking him.
When the wreath is finally up, Claire kisses him. “Merry Christmas, Hershel.”