It had become a tradition.
Their first Christmas together, the year they moved in together, the two of them had gone Christmas shopping together. Hinata had spotted It, sitting in the window of a department store. The pines were painted pure silver, small holly berries adorning it along with a large crimson satin ribbon at the base. She had fallen so in love with it that Kiba had returned to the store later and purchased it. Later that night he surprised her with it and the two had hung the wreath up on their door together.
The year that followed was a happy one. Their days were spent together and with their friends and with no overly dangerous missions assigned to them the couple was content to just enjoy life. A year after they bought the wreath to the day Kiba proposed and Hinata had accepted. After they got home, before going to cuddle in front of the fireplace, Kiba had fished out the silver wreath and like the year before they both set it upon its hook outside their home.
Three months into the next year a war had broken out between the Hidden Villages, postponing their impending marriage as they were sent into a maelstrom of battles and negotiations. The two were put on separate squads but each day both Kiba and Hinata would look up at the sky and pray that the other was looking at it too. Joyously the war ended two months later, but a new war began as Hinata's father had decided to marry her off to the head of a clan in another village to ensure political stability within the new alliance. It had taken another three months before Hinata could convince him that it was Kiba she loved and would settle for no less. The couple had a winter wedding, early in December. As they were unpacking in their new home, Hinata began throwing boxes around the living room and she uncharacteristically cried out in frustration, claiming that they must have lost it during the move. Kiba pulled the wreath out of the box and smiled as his wife's face turned a bright crimson just like it did years ago before they went to hang it on the door.
And now another year had passed. Hinata stood in the doorway holding the wreath in one hand, her other hand resting on her swollen belly as she stared out into the night. He had been gone on the mission for two months, promising that he would be back in time to put the wreath up with her, but now she stood in the cold, alone with their unborn child, as she watched the snow fall gently down. He promised. A shadow appeared in the night and walked towards her. Her heart jumped as she ran out into the snow, regardless of her bare feet and leapt at her love. He swung her around, kissing her over and over.
Together the two of them walked back to the house and hung the wreath before disappearing inside.