"What are you watching?"
Brennan walked into the living room to find Booth laying on the couch watching a Christmas movie on television.
"Christmas Vacation," he said as he scouted over to give her room.
Brennan lay down beside him, thankful they had gotten an extra wide couch, because as it was the two of them barely fit with her expanded waist. He adjusted the pillows behind them and shifted to include her underneath the blanket.
"Another Christmas movie?" He had watched a different movie every night that week. She had dissected them all.
"This one is good."
"No talking snowmen?"
"Not a single one."
She turned her focus to the screen just as the Griswald home lit up with a million tiny lights. "Why would someone place that many lights on their dwelling? It seems to be an enormous fire risk."
"He thinks it looks nice. He put a lot of work into that."
"It's over done Booth. Just a few lights are sufficient to create the desire effect of Christmas jovially. Not to mention that it is very unwise to place more than three electrical plugs into any one power strip."
"It's just a movie Bones."
"I know that. It just seems that they'd try a little bit harder to make it realistic."
"They're using those metal pans as sleds?"
"Oh, yeah, those things can fly."
"I'm going to assume that you do not mean that literally," she squished her nose at his comment and he nodded that she was correct. "It seems very unwise to place a lubricate on a sled."
"Yea, they're about to figure that out Bones."
As Clark took off down the hill and across the road, Brennan listed the injuries that he would've been likely to have received. "At those speeds, one could expect to fracture multiple phalanges from having their hands drag in the snow, along with a very probable coccyx fracture from the force of the landing after he jumps from the snow bank. Also it is quite unlikely that he would've escaped facial injury from the mailbox."
"Creative license Bones."
"See, this is a perfect example of why one should not perpetuate the Santa myth," Brennan began as Clark worked to convince Ruby Sue of the jolly man's existence.
"You do have a point there Bones, but I don't think that's the point the movie is trying to make. Can't you just try and enjoy the movie? It's actually very funny. Just watch. Don't think, just watch."
"I'll try," she huffed as she settled back into Booth's arms.
And she did. Every time she started to comment on the movie, Booth stopped her and eventually she gave up and just watched. By the time the movie ended Brennan was crying tears of laughter. Booth found himself watching her more than he watched the movie. He had seen it at least a hundred times before anyway. He thought she looked like a little girl as she lay against him on their couch, her booming laughter filling the room.
As the movie ended, Bones couldn't resist one more observation, "It would be impossible for a yard decoration to fly high enough to become reflected against the moon."
Booth shook his head and laughed, she would always be Bones and he wouldn't want her any other way.