Feeling the Christmas love, figured I'd drabble a bit.

S/X
Rated G
Disclaimer - not mine, never were, don't sue


Xander whistled off-key to the music that was coming from the old turn table as he placed the last shiny-papered package under the tree. The tree itself was as unabashedly ablaze as any whorehouse in Vegas, and as garish as Tammy Fae’s latest make-up line. But it still gave him warm fuzzies every time he looked at it. He’d recently come to know the Christmas spirit, personally.

“Happy, pet?” Spike asked as strong arms weaved their way around Xander.

“I am, Spike.” He whispered softly. “Best Christmas I’ve ever had.”

“Why’s that, love?”

“Because you're my present," Xander said softly.

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This drabble is like a chocolate chip cookie. Not just a chocolate chip cookie, but a chocolate chip cookie made with good quality chocolate and munched fresh from the oven, after letting it cool just enough that it won't burn your mouth.
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