The Christmas Tree (джен)

Marty lets the branch slide back through his fingers. The pine needles are so thin and numerous it's soft, almost like petting a dog. "What's that, honey?"
"I said, do you think Rust has his tree picked out yet too?"
"Usually I'd ask how the hell should I know what he's getting up to." Marty's looking back up at Maggie, mouth slowly pursing. "'Cept this one I got already. I'm thinking he ain't into this kinda thing. Decorations and...whatnot."
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Just something that struck me and I couldn't successfully ignore. Some musings on how a Christmas might've gone during the points we didn't get to see, or maybe an AU itself.