[It's probably taken a while to explain every Christmas tradition to Jezebel, but it's been a few years now that they've been together, so Natalie has managed somehow.
For the past few weeks, their shared apartment has been decorated in the holiday spirit, stockings hung up in the living room and a tree bearing all kinds of ornaments. Despite any complications given where Jezebel is from, it feels... warm, somehow. More comforting than she's ever known.
It's the morning of now, and Natalie is shaking gently at Jezebel's shoulder in the morning, speaking with warmth in her voice.]
[It takes Jezebel a second to wake up, but once the sleep's been rubbed out of her eyes and she's properly turned and looking at Natalie she smiles, returning that warmth.]
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