Christmas was your favourite season, Logan knew this. You didn’t even have to tell him, your incessant begging to decorate the cabin as soon as Halloween was over was enough to let him know. “Logan it is officially Christmas. You can’t tell me no anymore.” You declared as you walked out of your shared bedroom and into the kitchen where Logan was nursing a mug full of coffee, looking over the newspaper. He looked up at you, quirking that stupid eyebrow of his and smirking. 

“Far as I’m aware bub, Christmas is on the 25th, not the first.” You shot him a glare, pouring yourself a drink before sitting across from him at the kitchen table. “Besides, technically, the 12 days of Christmas don’t start until the 25th and run through to the 5th. In fact, in some countries, they don’t start until the 26th and finish on the-.” 

“And of course you’d know that you fucking fossil. Bet you were one of the three Kings visiting baby Jesus huh?” You snarked, huffing and taking a swig of coffee. “I’m just saying, I love Christmas and think that it’s only fair you let me decorate. I’ve waited until December, Lo. I’m already a month later than I usually would be.” 

“Yeah, yeah whatever. You can decorate the place.” He grumbled, sticking his head back in the paper, trying not to let on that he found your little outburst slightly entertaining. “Just nothin’ too over the top alright?” 

“Baby, you think I’m doing it alone? C’mon Lo, this is our first Christmas together, my first Christmas with a serious partner. You gonna let me miss out on all the cheesy traditions like decorating with my boyfriend?” You knew he was going to protest so you shot him your best pouty look, with big sad eyes and he groaned, shutting the newspaper and glaring at you. 

That’s how Logan found himself at a Christmas tree farm, walking hand in hand with you as you mumbled about finding the best Christmas tree and not settling for anything less than the perfect one. “What ‘bout this one, baby?” Logan pointed to a decently sized Christmas tree, plenty of branches to hang decorations on and enough space between the branches that tinsel should fit on nicely. 

“Umm… not quite Lo… keep looking though, yeah?” You gently declined him and he looked at you incredulously as you continued walking him through the rows and rows of Christmas trees. You had just gentle parented him… him! He just shook his head and caught up to you, grabbing your hand again and scowling as he kept his mouth shut, letting you keep pondering over what was the best Christmas tree to pick. 

Twenty minutes later, you found the perfect one, pointing it out to Logan and immediately demanding he stand in front of it and guard it while you went to tell one of the workers. He huffed and stood in front of the Christmas tree, arms crossed and looking as menacing as possible to deter anyone from trying to claim your Christmas tree. 

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Three hours later, boxes of Christmas lights, baubles and tinsel had been brought in from Logan’s truck and he was now holding a Christmas tree, shuffling from left to right as you directed him on where to put it. “Little more left… no too far, go back a bit…” 

Eventually, he had put the tree in a place suited to your preferences and you grinned, hugging him tightly. “Ooh Lo the tree is gonna look so good! Are you excited to decorate?” Logan smiled at your eagerness and held you against him, kissing your temple. 

“That depends? Are you this much of a neat freak about the placement of baubles and tinsel too?” You just laughed and shook your head, standing in his arms for a little while longer, trying to warm up and just enjoying being with him.

“No, the decorations can be a little all over the place, gives the tree a bit of character, right?” Logan just chuckled and nodded, kissing your lips gently before stepping away. 

“Why don’t you get started on making sure the lights are untangled and working and I’ll go make us a hot drink, alright?” You nodded and he left you to it, heading into the kitchen and boiling some water to make you a hot cocoa and him a coffee.

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“Logan? I leave the room for five minutes and…” You couldn’t help but burst into laughter as you saw the man scowling and trying to fight off the tinsel. “Baby what happened?” Trying and failing to hold back my laughter as the man looks at me shocked and helpless. Tinsel was wound around his legs and bits were falling off, stuck in his hair and on his clothes. “Wha… how did you get yourself in this situation?” 

He just scowled at you and his eyes pleaded for you to help him. You eventually pulled yourself together and untangled the tinsel from his legs as he grumbled about “evil decorations” and how “even the tinsel was against him”. He let you deal with the tinsel as he opened the box of baubles and began sorting them into piles by colour as you had asked. 

The tree didn’t take too long to put up and then all that was left was the star to put on top. You picked it out of the box and Logan couldn’t help but laugh as you struggled to reach the top of the tree, almost falling into it twice as you stood on your tiptoes. “Lo… wanna do something really cheesy?” Logan grumbled but knew what you wanted him to do, putting his hands on your hips and lifting you so you could reach the top of the tree. “Alright, you can put me down now.” You said to him but instead of doing the normal thing and putting you down on the floor, he dropped you onto the couch, crawling in between your legs and laying himself on top of you, careful not to crush you. 

“No more decorating.” Logan grumbled, resting his head on your collarbone. “Stupid tree had your attention all day. Been neglectin’ me bub.” He teased, looking up at you with a smirk and you just rolled your eyes, flicking his forehead. 

“You had fun though, right? And it looks good?” Logan smiled and shrugged, pressing his lips to yours and laughing as you poked his side. “Logan! You had fun didn’t you?!” 

“I did baby. I had fun.”

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