As soon as he was sitting down, she turned, catlike, and rested her head in his lap.

"Impressive," she chuckled. "We never had enough Christmas lights. That's part of why I took to improvising. Though... mostly it was just because having the same decorations every year was boring. It's the same with snow sculptures. I can't build the same thing twice."

She shifted a bit, apparently testing Josiah's usefulness as a pillow, for future reference.

"But, I'm rambling. Are you having a happy Wintereenmas?"