Kyle liked handmade ornaments, even if he never had the patience to make them. Hell, he never usually had super fancy decorations on his tree. Over the years, all his fancy ornaments had been gifts from England, and well...

Fancy breakable ornaments didn't usually survive more than a year in his house.

So after looping lights around the tree, he was fine watching Alfred leaning on tiptoes to place the glass star on top of the tree.

And then they started to pull ornaments out of the box.

"How do you keep all this stuff safe during the year? It seems to all be in good shape." He said, handing ornaments over to Alfred and putting up a few himself.

"I wrap them up carefully in newspaper at the end of every year, put them in a big crate, and shove it into the back of my attic so it's safe and sound until next Christmas."

Kyle noted several ornaments that had undoubtedly come from England as he pulled out another. "None of mine ever survive more than a year or two."

"To be fair, you have two kids running around your house." Alfred said, as if this was clearly the reason why ornaments were so often broken.

Kyle snorted. "Yeah, except I break more of them than Hutt River or Wy."

Alfred froze, glancing at all the fragile ornaments he now had hanging on the tree, and then took a protective stance around it. "Keep your distance."

Kyle stepped forward as if to be a menace, but then just grabbed Alfred's shirt and pulled him in close for a kiss.

Both laughed a little, and soon enough, with a tape line on the floor, Kyle and Alfred established how close was too close to the tree.