Work Text:
“Can you believe how dark it is already?!” Crowley peered out the window. “It’s barely half past four!”
Aziraphale only barely paid attention. “It’s been like this since the beginning, my dear, and celebrated by the humans for millennia.”
“I know, but still! Why couldn’t They have made every day the same length?”
Aziraphale was familiar with this rant, always on the shortest day of the year. And in a way, he could see his point. “I’m sure She had her reasons … it’s-”
“Don’t say it, the ‘I’ word is not allowed in our home.”
“Of course, dear.” Aziraphale smiled.