It isn't much
Once again, it was Christmas and Sam found himself wondering why he was throwing together something at the last minute.
The tiny, fake tree he'd found had fiber-optics peeking through the branches that changed color. The damn thing spun. Slowly. And made a worrisome grinding noise. It had a lone present for Dean underneath it.
Dean opened the door, took in the fugly little tree and Sam's apologetic shrug, and burst out laughing.
"Merry Christmas, Sammy; it's perfect," Dean pulled him to a side hug and Sam laughed too.
This was why. It wasn't much, but it was still Christmas.
A/n: My best friend and I decorated as such our first year living away from home. We just cracked up over the memory of that scraggly little thing and how unimportant decorations really are, sometimes. Especially when you get a good laugh out of 'em.