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Roy didn't really care for Christmas.
It was your standard fare: growing up Jewish in a Christian centric society builds resentment and breeds self-isolation and yada yada Sharon prescribed bullshit. Roy wasn't different or special for this.
But he'd let the light in a bit: A Muppet Christmas Carol was a perfect film that he couldn't help but appreciate and he could get behind mistletoe as a concept. But the really pervasive shit would probably always piss him off. Why were the Jewish sections at shops always so small? Why was everything blue? Why were most of the hanukkah decorations in stores tree ornaments?
Roy could hate Christmas trees just from that.
But he'd let a little more light in in the form of Jamie and Jamie celebrated Christmas and wanted a tree so Roy would persist. For love or whatever bullshit.
"Were you this annoying to Keeley?" Jamie asked, wrapping lights around the tree in blue and red. Richmond colors. Which, yes, was very cute. "I feel like you did Christmas with Keeley fine but with me you're being such a brat."
Roy crossed his arms, deliberately not helping Jamie with the taller bits. "I did one Christmas with Keeley. And we spent most of the day trying to cure Phoebe's rancid breath."
"Still." Jamie huffed as he stretched to reach the top branches. He should have brought out a stepladder or something if he was going to buy an eight foot tree. "You agreed to sexy Christmas. I heard all about if from the gossipy fucks at the dog track."
Roy snorted. "I was in the honeymoon phase. I would have said yes to sexy anything. I'd have said yes to a sexy fucking root canal."
"Mmmm," Jamie hummed. "Like when John Stamos was the hot dentist on Glee."
"What?" Roy started before interrupting himself. "Wait, no, I wasn't asking, please don't explain it to me."
Jamie pouted, turning back to the tree and jumping to sling the sting of lights over the top.
Roy growled and stood up from the couch, snatching the lights from Jamie and laying them carefully over the top boughs of the tree. Jamie ducked under his arm to kiss him on the cheek. "Thanks, babe!"
Roy just grunted, tucking the end of the light into the tree and taking a step back to check it.
It's not that he cared about Christmas. He just cared about Jamie. Which sucked but he was in too deep to do anything about that now.
He needed to remove himself from this situation.
"I'm baking cookies," he announced. "If you don't have the shit I need for cookies I will be fucking livid."
"You stocked those cabinets so be livid with yourself," Jamie called back which was as much a dismissal as anything. Not that Roy needed Jamie to dismiss him. Fuck.
Roy went into Jamie's kitchen and stress-baked some cookies. He used the ingredients he'd filled Jamie's kitchen with this with the utensils he'd ordered and the oven he kept clean and running. Because he was making Jamie's house their home or some shit. Fuck him fuck everything.
By the time the first batch was in the oven Roy had calmed himself down enough to go check on how Jamie was doing with the tree.
Turned out, Jamie was fucking done with the tree.
Ornaments ranging from classic matching baubles to clear gag gift to a pickle of all things were well dispersed through the branches, catching and reflecting the blue and red lights. There was added tinsel and garland and, topping it all off–
"Jamie?"
"Hmm?" Jamie asked from the floor where he was adjusting the skirt to cover the tree stand.
"Jamie what the fuck is on top of your tree?"
Jamie looked, falling back on his hands so he could look up.
He turned toward Roy. "Wodyoo mean?"
Roy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Jamie, that's a picture of you."
"Yeah," Jamie confirmed. "You're supposed to put a star or an angel at the top of the tree." He grinned. "And I'm a little o' both, ain't I?"
Roy rolled his eyes. "Don't think I've ever heard anyone call you an angel." Jamie opened his mouth and Roy continued before you could. "EXCEPT for your mum and Simon who do not count."
Jamie rolled his eyes, pulling himself back to his feet. "Well, whatever. I'm at least a star. Can't argue that."
Roy scoffed. "What, cuz you're a big ball of gas?"
"Ugh, God, grandad, that joke is ancient. Get some new material."
Roy hummed, reaching out to Jamie so he could pull him closer.
Jamie went, happy to go wherever Roy led him always. God, they were insufferable.
But, well, Roy was suffering a lot of insufferable things these days. If Jamie could suffer him, he could suffer Christmas shit.
"You know, I actually always wanted to put you on top of the tree," Jamie confessed, hands on Roy's hips. "Mummy always thought that might be a bit disrespectful."
"Mmmm," Roy agreed. "Georgie gets first pick of my next batch of cookies."
"She likes ginger snaps."
"I'll make her ginger snaps."