Author's note: tree
Sans stared up at the tree. Fallen had dragged it out of their basement, along with boxes upon boxes of Gyftmas decorations, and begun setting up the huge tree in the corner Papyrus had cleared out for it.
It would be a good nesting spot at least, they had said, curling up under the base when they were finished with the tinsel and ornaments.
What did it matter if their house looked festive? It didn't matter that much, did it?
Fallen, though, had done a great job. Thorough, too.
The tree was decked out with silver tinsel and little crystal ornaments made from Fallen's own magic. There was a piece of mistletoe with a silver ribbon tied around it hung on the doorway, and the railing on the stairs was wrapped with a gold garland and a couple of evergreen boughs.
It was pretty, he had to admit. How long had it been since last he'd celebrated Gyftmas?
Sitting in front of the fire with his family while the light reflected off of the tree was calming. Fallen had somehow managed to wind their tail into his ribcage, and was perched, in Tac form, in his lap. Mettaton, his brother's mate, was sitting against the wall, charging cable in his back, and Papyrus was in the kitchen preparing food.
It was a good night.
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12 Days of Drabbles 2020
RandomI decided to have a go at this because I really haven't been uploading as much as I could have been. Hell, the last time I updated the lems was in September. So, as an apology and Christmas gift, have these tac ships. yes.
