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Laughing softly at the other talking about the hum-bug, Tucker shook his head and took his hand back since he wanted to switch his hands to hold the gifts. “I know, I’m just messing with you. I like to make sure each Holiday has it’s own. It’s the same reason I put the cinnamon pine cones up in my apartment the day day before Thanksgiving since it just resembles the entire season. My whole apartment smells like cinnamon.” He told the other, sighing softly as he thought of his apartment. It was now starting to come together just in time for December first, which is exactly how he always planned it.
“It’s creeping sooner and sooner because companies make the most money during that time because of gifts. It’s a vicious cycle, reason I tell people not to get me anything. I don’t want anything, I want to give. That’s the point of Christmas, isn’t it?” He questioned rhetorically, his gaze going to Declan as he laughed. “I do have the hum-bug problem, but only because I don’t like cheesy snow spray. We live in New York. It snows here. Why put fake shit in the window? Use cotton or something like everyone else.” Laughing again, he shook his head and then looked back to the window. “It’s alright. She takes a couple Aleve a day and it helps. But when she’s driving or holding stuff in the cold, she never wears gloves. I told her time and time again that she needs to but she just waves at me to stop talking.”
“I’ve been wanting to do that cinnamon pinecone thing, but I always forget. And I’m not even sure if my sisters would like it, so I don’t want to waste the money,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders, his gaze going back to the window display. They did seem to be putting an awful lot of the spray can snow on the windows...His attention was drawn back to Tucker though when he heard the man going on what seemed like a philosophical mini-rant. “You’re getting a little deep for the holidays, Tucker,” he joked, though he nodded in agreement. “It is really heavy on the money aspect,” he conceded, thinking of the more tame Christmases he shared with his sisters. Of course, this one would be a little different now that Olivia was in the picture. Declan couldn’t help but laugh at the image of Tucker’s mom shushing him with a wave of her hand. “I’d love to see her shush you like that. Maybe it’s a move I can do after you’ve had too many martinis.”
