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Dabi hadn't given a thought to celebrating Christmas in years.
Yet here he sits, wrapping a Christmas present.
The last time he'd celebrated, he was still alive, still loved, still Touya.
He didn't think he'd ever really celebrate it again, not in any way that counts.
And then he met you.
You who lights up his life like the fire that burns at his fingertips, hot and bright, overwhelmingly warm and so very strong. Strong in mind, strong in heart, strong in life.
You who lights up his life like the soft glow of Christmas lights, of the candlelight, of the north star. Comforting, inspiring, peaceful.
You who crash landed into his life and made yourself at home in his heart and mind and soul.
And how could he even fathom not celebrating Christmas, the day of giving, with the greatest gift he's ever received?
So he sits, trying to meticulously wrap the gift he'd gotten you, hoping it to be enough to show even a fraction of the monumental love and adoration he holds for you.
Because if he could wrap up his heart, his very soul, and gift it to you, he would.
But, well, this will have to do for now.