Under the mistletoe
He groaned, collapsing into bed. He could still hear his siblings, Isabelle and Jace, still partying the night away. Well, morning now. How the hell they were still going, he didn't know. He probably should have taken Clary's suggestion earlier and crashed while he still could. Why did she always end up right in the end? He sighed tiredly and tried to get comfortable, but the cold air seemed to seep through his blankets. This wouldn't be happening if I were over at Magnus'. And he probably would be over at Magnus', but he felt that he might be spending too much time over there, and that Christmas Eve should probably be spent with his family. Or his siblings, since his mother and father were still doing jobs for the clave over in Idris. He sighed again and squeezed his eyes shut, getting as comfortable in his small, cold bed as he could. He smiled, his mind already wandering to his love, his cat eyes shimmering behind his closed eyes. He felt a familiar warmth spread through his chest, falling into a peaceful sleep containing his one and only love.