A/N: Want to hear something disgusting? This has been sat on my fanfic drive unedited for over 300 days without being touched or uploaded. This missed TWO Christmases, because I fell out of uploading here.
Well you're getting it now. In May... go figure!
The morning wasn't quite dark, which meant she'd slept in late. The blackout blinds which had never quite fit at the windows because mom had insisted on putting them up herself had edges of early daylight creeping in.
Jane stretched and sighed. She slid out of bed and padded across the hallway, the carpet was plus beneath her socked feet and she slowly made her way down the stairs.
She had left Carlos slumbering in bed because Christmas morning was her morning. She gave herself a glimpse of the magic on her own, she had performed this ritual when she was a kid and mom was still sleeping upstairs, and she performed it now while her other half slept on upstairs.
Quietly she opened the door and smiled at the tree. It was battered and crooked, it was a plastic one but it was now thirty years old and Jane loved it then as much as she did when she was kid. She took her home wand from her dressing gown pocket and gave it the smallest of waves. The lights slowly started to shine around the tree before the warm glow spread alone the eaves.
There was no modern Christmas in her house, she downright refused to make it minimalistic and while she would admit friends like Audrey somehow managed to carry it off, Jane wanted everything. She wanted garlands, and tinsel, and baubles that were beyond old and definitely out of fashion, but each tiny ornament held a memory and she would damn well keep them. She could see the fishbone ornament, set in glittered glass and engraved with her and Carlos' names and the date of their engagement – there was a bright pink fairy light glowing behind it.
The room was stuffed with all the Christmas she could muster and she loved it. Her spell had set the fire and soon the warmth filled the room but the darkness was just there for her to admire the sight of a glowing tree.
Wrapping herself a little tighter, she risked a look at the clock and smiled to herself. She only had sixteen more hours of Christmas left; she best go and wake Carlos so he could enjoy it with her.