Title: A Very Conby Christmas

Plot: Just in case the title doesn't explain it all…It's Christmastime for Connor and Abby.

"Abby…" I heard Connor call, pushing open the door to my room.

Christ. I wasn't asleep, that much was certain, but it would be nice for him to, if he thought I was asleep, not come and wake me up every chance he got.

I sat up in bed. "What, Connor?" I asked, watching him as he walked across the room and took a seat on the other side of the bed.

He began to grin at me. I could do nothing but roll my eyes. "What is it?"

His grin faded. "Sorry, did I wake you?" he asked, looking worried.

I shook my head. "No, I was already awake," I answered. "Anyway, what are you in such a hurry to tell me?"

He looked surprised, like he had just remembered that he had something he thought was important that he needed to say. "Oh. Well, I was just going to ask if you knew what today was…" He watched me for a reaction.

I stared at him blankly. Of all of the stupid things he had asked me… "It's Sunday, Connor," I said matter-of-factly.

He started grinning again. "No, there's something else…"

I blinked. What made him think I knew? "Are you going to tell me what it is?" I asked impatiently.

He started to look more and more excited as he waited to answer my question. "Today's the 20th, Abby," he said enthusiastically, so much so that it sounded almost sarcastic.

"Yeah…so?" Maybe if I pretended not to have the slightest idea what he was talking about, then he would just forget about it.

"You know what we always do on the 20th, don't you, Abby?" He sounded slightly worried, like he was trying to figure out if maybe I had developed a case of amnesia overnight.

I gave up trying to play dumb, it wasn't getting me anywhere. "Connor," I whined. "Come on, do we really have to?"

He looked so shocked at my question. "Yes, Abby, we do. We can't be the only people without any decorations," he said, in the same tone that I had just used with him.

"Who exactly do you think is going to care?" I asked him curiously. We had no neighbours that we knew of, and no one that was planning on coming to our flat (of all places) for the holidays.

This question caught him off guard. He looked confused for a minute, before coming up with an answer. "Well…I care, and you should care…" He trailed off. He was obviously trying to guilt me into this.

"Connor, you know I'm not a Christmas person," I said, surprised at how much I sounded like I was begging him.

"Oh, but see, that's what I'm trying to change." He was beginning to remind me of one of those obnoxious salesmen on tellie that you always found yourself changing the channel to get away from. "I guarantee you, Abby, by the end of the year, you are going to be a Christmas person."

I stared skeptically at him. "Well, good luck with that," I chuckled.

"You know, Abs, if I was you, I would be a lot more careful. At this rate, Father Christmas is bringing you nothing but coal."

I started to laugh, then had to stop myself when I realised he was being serious. "Connor…"

"What?" He looked so confused and surprised that I had reacted the way I did.

"You don't still believe in Father Christmas, do you?" I asked him, hearing the unintentional concern in my voice.

He looked at me, blank-faced. "Yeah," he answered defensively. "What, you don't?"

I originally was going to tell him the truth, that no, I didn't, and neither should he at this age. But then when I really thought about it, it was kind of…cute. "Yeah, Connor, I do," I lied, chuckling as I answered his question.

"Then I don't see what's funny," he said quickly, crossing his arms in front of him. He wasn't mad technically, he was just a bit offended that I was laughing at him.

I thought of something to say. And then, almost instantly, I had the perfect answer formed in my head. "Because I've always thought I was the only one."