She couldn’t help but pout, it wasn’t Christmas without a tree. She had been given the freedom to start celebrating Christmas the Christian way since she had entered adulthood - she had been celebrating Christmas the Lighterian ways since she was 6, and didnt stop till she had moved out at 19. “Can… we have something similar? Because it’s not Christmas without the smell of pine needles and godawful tinsel. Oh! And terrible handmade ornaments!” She smiled, eyes alight.
“Yule would work... I mean, no matt’h what you believe or discredit, there’s no denyin’ tha’ the longest night of th’ year co’ms in Decemb’h.” Though Gideon was a warlock, his ideas came to him the same as everybody else’s did for them; sans glowing light bulb above their head.
“Yeah, we can do wreaths, candles, an’ a log--- greenery, an’ solar symbols. Aye. Th’ to-do might attract some window shopp’h’s... Good idea, luv.” He pat her shoulder. “Terrible ornaments, too.”