Deck the Halls (2013)

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Settle the debate: lights or tinsel first when you decorate the tree?  Aimee and her boyfriend, Simon, are getting into the festive spirit with some Christmas songs and tree decorating.

Settle the debate: lights or tinsel first when you decorate the tree?  Aimee and her boyfriend, Simon, are getting into the festive spirit with some Christmas songs and tree decorating

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Simon throws a string of scarlet tinsel around my neck like a feather boa, holding onto the ends and waving them up and down in time with the music that's blasting from the radio

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Simon throws a string of scarlet tinsel around my neck like a feather boa, holding onto the ends and waving them up and down in time with the music that's blasting from the radio. 

"We're rockin' around the Christmas tree, have a happy holiday," he sings along, loudly and mostly out of tune. He's a dreadful singer. And I mean, dreadful.

I giggle, and sing, "Everyone's dancing merrily, in a new old-fashion way!"

Dropping the tinsel and grabbing my hand instead, he twirls me around, and I spin back into his body. He drops a kiss on the top of my head, on the Santa hat I'm wearing. Then I duck out from my tinselly feather boa and step back.

"Come on, we promised we'd have the tree finished by the time your parents get home."

Simon sighs, groaning exaggeratedly and rolling his eyes. "Fine, spoilsport. So - tinsel first, right?"

I gape at him, aghast. "No! Fairy lights, and then tinsel."

His brows knit together and he wrinkles his nose. "Aimee. I'm sure that's not right."

"That's always how it goes."

"Are you sure? Won't all the lights just be hidden away by the tinsel?"

I give him a flat look. "Not if you do it properly. Haven't you ever decorated the tree before?"

"I do the baubles," he informs me stoutly, and I can't help but laugh. "My mum always does most of the tree; I help my dad put all the lights up outside."

The only reason his mum wasn't doing the tree this year was because she'd broken her arm the week before, slipping on a patch of ice in the high street when she was Christmas shopping. Simon's dad usually cooked the majority of their Christmas dinner anyway, I knew, so that wasn't a problem for her; but she'd decided to leave decorating the tree to Simon this year.

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