Seven
Jo woke up to a foot of snow around her log cabin. She sighed and put her hands behind her head and stared at the embers smoldering in the fireplace. Blight grunted and rolled over next to her. "Get up, woodhead." Jo said smacking his shoulder. Since the blizzard was coming, neither of them wanted to spend the night in their separate cabins, and Jo had been feeling especially lonely.
"Mm, Morning, Jo." Blight said opening his eyes and smiling at her. He threw on his flannel bathrobe and stoked the fire before putting a pot of water on to boil for some oatmeal. Jo threw on Blight's button up flannel checkered shirt before she put a metal griddle over the flames before making some flapjacks. Even though Jo opted to be aloof and standoffish, she let her guard down on the day when many families celebrated the gift of love. She sat on the bed with her arm wrapped around Blight's waist while Blight had his arms around her as they watched the snow fall.
The snow let up around noon. "Well, let's see what our haul is this year." Jo said pulling a wooden box out from under her bed. Blight went into the living room and came back with a bag he had hid behind the couch.
"Look at this." He said smiling. Jo gasped as he unveiled a polished table with intricate carvings in the base and on the surface.
"Oh - Blight -" Jo gasped. "It's beautiful."
"Thanks." Blight said. Jo handed him his box. "Is this another flannel shirt?" Jo smacked him. He was pleasantly surprised to receive a fishing rod and new wooden oars for his boat he took on the many lakes of District Seven. "Merry Christmas, Jo." He said smiling.
"Merry Christmas, Woodhead." Jo said grinning. "Ok, the snow let up, now get out of here!" She said playfully smacking him. She helped him into his coat and bid him goodbye at the door. Jo smiled. Christmas was the time she could let down her guard and be fully herself around someone that understood.