26. The tree is still up
Greg realised it on a Saturday morning when he and Mycroft had a rare weekend off, the first since the year started. They stayed in bed until hunger made them get up and seek food in the kitchen. Together they lazily made breakfast and enjoyed while chatting and catching up. They made plans to be as unproductive as much as possible, with the biggest chore being washing up after making food.
After breakfast they made their way to the living room to snuggle up and watch telly. Greg leaned over to tell Mycroft something when he stopped as his eyes looked at something over Mycroft's shoulder.
"Gregory?"
"The tree is still up." Greg mumbled. Mycroft frowned and then turned his head to the corner. The Christmas tree is indeed still up, the baubles shining in the light casting little rainbows on the floor and furniture. The star was askew but still up.
"Indeed it is." Mycroft responded with a bored tone.
"Shouldn't the house staff had taking it down by now?" Greg inquired as he turned back to Mycroft.
"Normally yes, but if I remember we said we'll do it as it is our Christmas tradition."
"Oh, that's a silly idea, whose was it?" Mycroft smiled broadly.
"Yours."
"I was afraid you're going to say that." They both looked at the tree as if it was invading their personal space.
"So...?" Greg mumbled.
"We should. ..." Mycroft tried.
"Yeah, probably." Greg replied
"It would mean getting up." Mycroft supplied.
"And being productive." Greg added.
"Yes it would." Mycroft agreed. They turned to each other and back at the tree.
"You know I like the reflective light it shines around." Mycroft commented.
"Yeah and how the star makes you smile."
"Maybe we should..."
"Leave it a little longer..."
"Yeah."
"After all it is our off day."
"And that doesn't happen often."
"Exactly."
Smiling they leaned back in the sofa, cuddled up and watch crap telly, the tree forgotten.