Spike watched as the pretty girl decorated the rather large pine tree with curious intent. He chopped it down himself and she squealed with delight when she saw the untrimmed tree. Although it was a rare site these days, he had devoted himself to making her smile.
"Oh no!" Dawn stepped back and stared at the unbelievably overdecorated tree. "I forgot the most important part!"
"What's that, Nibblet?" Spike raised one eye-brow.
"Tinsel!" She exclaimed.
Spike held out a package of silver tinsel, the site of the decoration triggered a flood of childhood memories and Dawn couldn't help but smile.