rwrb characters and their christmas trees
Alex insists on a real tree but doesn’t realize the maintenance involved. He and Henry invest in a Dyson.
Henry watches Little Women once and decides he’ll dry citrus and string it around the tree for a 19th century Christmas feel. It takes four days, but at least the apartment smells good.
They hang handmade ornaments from the kids at the LGBTQ+ center, and it warms their little queer hearts every time they look at the tree.
Not every night, but sometimes, Alex and Henry get cozy on the couch—all cuddled up and wrapped in sweaters and blankets. The white lights of the tree cover them in a soft glow. An indie Christmas playlist plays from a speaker, and outside, it’s snowing.
David curls up at their feet.
Nora finds an old, plastic tree in a dumpster. Half the lights don’t work, but she sets it up at June’s place anyways.
Pez drops hard cash on tinsel and covers the tree in glitter. It gets in every crevice of the apartment.
June thinks it’s too far gone to save, but she let’s those two have their fun.
The tree becomes a multi-cultural icon with TJ Maxx Hanukkah ornaments, a garland made from specially-ordered kitenge, and a printed picture of the Virgin of Guadalupe at the top. (This might be sacrilegious. Nora’s unsure if they’ll be cursed.)
Bea continues her father’s favorite Christmas tradition of decorating the tree themselves, and this year Catherine joins her—a little tipsy but they make it work.
They blast holiday favorites on vinyl and may or may not dance a little. Catherine smiles through the whole thing, and Bea feels fuzzy and warm.
The cat swats at the tree branches.
Leo decorates the White House like he usually does: answering yes or no questions the interior designers ask him. It’s bright this year but with warm, neutral tones. Apparently, whatever he chose is very “in” right now.
Ellen doesn’t have a ton of time to think about a tree, but she does have one put in their bedroom. It’s traditional with rich reds, greens, and golds, but Alex and June’s old school ornaments poke out here and there, making her smile.
They don’t have a tree in the traditional sense—they both are way too busy to deal with something so trivial—but every time they Zoom each other, they each find a ridiculous tree on the internet to be their backgrounds. It’s become a competition, and Zahra is winning, of course.
They don’t have a tree either, but before congress breaks for the holiday, they grab a drink at their favorite bar. Bottle caps and gift cards decorate the fake tree in the corner. There’s a sarcastic comment and a light chuckle, but for the most part they ignore it and bitch about a certain senator they hate.
They commission a designer to decorate their tree that will appear in The English Home. Martha asks that all the ornaments be purchased from small businesses across the U.K., but she has no other preferences since they’ll be spending Christmas at Balmoral anyways.
Philip can’t really be bothered with the tree, but he likes how it turns out—light and pastel. It’s different than the trees he had as a kid, but it gets him thinking about the trees his future children will have. Will they all be pretty and neat like this one? Or will they be homey and a little chaotic like his always were? That reminds him he should call his mother and Bea and then Henry and Alex. He hopes they’re all well.
They go on a date to a Christmas tree farm and chop down their own tree. Neither of them are decorators, but they each have a box of ornaments from their childhoods that they use. Rainbow lights wrap around the tree, and a gold star from Walmart tops it.
Amy and her wife (plus Cash)
Over the years, Amy has acquired quite the collection of mini embroidery hoop ornaments. Most of them she made herself, others she got as gifts, and some she bought off Etsy. Her wife fully supports this obsession and happily decorates their tree with them. She puts the crocheted angel her grandmother made at the top.
Cash finds himself over at their house a lot—so much so, he has a hand-knit stocking hanging over their fireplace. He contributed to the tree this year by checking each and every light bulb because when they first plugged it in, nothing happened. Now, it’s illuminated and rotates on a motor to show off every ornament. They all clink their beers in celebration.
He spends the holiday with his parents in Hawaii, drinking piña coladas out of a pineapple and wearing leis given to him by the resort staff. There are traditional Christmas trees in the lobby, but the ones he’s sees on Christmas day are a collection of short palms covered in rainbow lights at the hotel’s luau.
This bitch has, like, a thousand trees, and she never touches a single one. They all stand tall, overly-decorated and judgmental, like her. The eyes of the angels at the top follow you, and it creeps Bea out to no end.
He doesn’t get a Christmas tree in his prison cell. Ha ha, fuck him.
psa: this in no way implies these characters would actually celebrate christmas. i just thought it would be a fun and dumb thing to write. <3
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