It would be wrong to say that Jonathan Crane had no holiday spirit, because what he had was twelve months worth of Halloween spirit that, when it came to actual decorations and sweaters with skeletons on them and so on, he courteously compressed into about a six month period (September through February).

Which was why it was a surprise to Edward to walk into his apartment, rotting jack-o-lanterns still outside the door, and hear him humming Christmas carols to himself in the living room. It's the most wonderful time of the year, his brain filled in, and he gravitated towards it as much out of curiosity as anything.

"I'm surprised to find you in such a festive mood--" he began to greet, and then cut off, actually startled into silence for a moment before starting to laugh. "Ohhh, that would explain it! Jonny, you are a parody of yourself." Black Christmas on the TV in the background, albeit on mute, and a black Christmas tree that Jon was stringing with white and orange lights -- in the shape of ghosts and jack-o-lanterns, of course.

"Hello to you, too, Edward," Jon said equanimously. "I'm almost finished here. After I'm done, I thought we could watch the most recent terrible remake and make--"

"If you say pumpkin spice anything," Edward threatened.

Jon paused long enough that he had certainly been about to. "Hot chocolate," he allowed.

"Well. Merry Halloween, I suppose."