Daizi smiled when Alec took her hand and she squeezed it back, leaning her shoulder against his. The amazement in his voice and the fervor with which he grabbed her hand made her tear up. She couldn't see the lights, she didn't know how the ornaments all looked together, but she liked the scent of the pine and she liked how delighted her children were. It wasn't just her boys either, once the lights had switched on Ivy's eyes had gone so wide Cooger was fairly certain she was about to start boggling like a rat and she flapped her arms and legs like a starfish as she made amazed cooing sounds followed by a delighted screech.
Laughing at her, Cooger made sure he held her a bit more securely as he walked closer to the tree, "I'm real glad you liked it, Kitten, 'cause we all worked real hard on it. It is real pretty, ain't it?"
Dark stood behind them all, looking for a while at the tree but then looking more so at his family. Being in the US, he had been forced somewhat against his will to listen to an unceasing tide of Christmas songs and Christmas revelry and it never really moved him. Even now, the tree was pretty, but it was a tree indoors, and although his primary reaction to its existence was playing up this curmudgeon role for their delight, some part of him did earnestly look at this thing and worry about how many needles it would drop and how hard it'd be to care for it. He was glad to have it again because it mattered, but he didn't understand it. It was beautiful. The lights gleamed and made the garlands glisten. The ornaments shone---torturing himself through the use of glitter was a good call, they looked amazing.
But it was the sight of his family which truly moved him. Seeing his sons and his wife holding hands around the tree, hearing the tone in their voices, even without seeing the look on their faces, he knew. It was in their postures. His daughter was flailing in delight and his brother was laughing that deep, mirthful sound. It was the closest he had ever heard anyone earnestly get to the ho-ho-ho laugh Santa Claus was claimed to have. Daizi was near to laughing at the cacophony coming from their daughter, he could hear it in her breathing. The only reason why she wasn't yet, he guessed, was because of how tightly Alec was holding her hand. She'd need to take a breath first. He supposed this is why there are all those songs singing about the Christmas tree, and why the creatures the Grinch robbed held hands and sang around the tree. It had always looked cultish to him before.
He was part of it. It was his family, they had decorated the tree in his living room in part with ornaments he had made for them. It was his, too. And it was beautiful. But he couldn't... All at once he felt utterly and completely moved by it and nothing at all.