"Is this truly necessary?" The long-haired man asked, attempting to keep the tree in the middle of the room from falling down as you ran around it.

"Yes," you stated.

Roger rolled his eyes at you as you finished your length of tinsel, moving onto the next to almost completely cover the green branches in the shiny material.

"We could probably pay two months rent with the amount you've spent on all of this," he laughed.

It had been longer than you could remember since you and your two roommates had paid your rent on the loft that you lived in. Partially it was due to the three of you not having stable employment, so not being able to afford it but also despising your landlord so wishing to piss him off with the lack of payment. He had attempted to kick you all out before, but it didn't work, the three of you were settled in your loft and had no intentions of moving.

"I wouldn't give a cent to Benny if my life depended on it," you said forcefully.

Benny had been your roommate once upon a time, but he sold himself to a rich woman in marriage and ended up owning your building rather than living in the squalor that he used to.

"Where do you want the wreath?" Mark called, attempting to balance on the ladder to be able to put the wreath high enough on the wall.

"About there should be fine," you smiled, not wishing for him to fall as none of you were going to be able to afford the medical bills that would come from it.

"How much more tinsel do you really need?" Roger questioned.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. Was that honestly a needed question? You'd barely wrapped four lengths of it around the tree, let alone the big bag of it you had bought to decorate the rest of the room.

"Roger," you paused for emphasis. "There is never too much tinsel."

He let out a huff knowing there wasn't anything he could say or do to stop your festive spirit being thrown over every visible element of the loft.

"How much did you actually spend on all of this crap?" He asked.

"Well you certainly weren't too far off when you said two months' rent," you grinned.

Christmas was your favourite time of the year and having received a nice pay cheque from your last freelance work, you had spent nearly every dime on Christmas decorations to turn the loft into a Santa's Grotto.

"Lord help us," he sighed.

~*~

Written by Charlotte.