On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
A Loki stuck in a tree.
"What, may I ask, are you doing?" Tony turned to see Loki looking at him with an eyebrow cocked, questioning.
"Uh, decorations. Duh." Tony was holding up some garland to put on the stair railings.
"For what? Did we not just finish with Gracegiving?"
"It's Thanksgiving. And yes, we did."
"Then what are you decorating for?"
"Christmas. It's supposed to be when people are waiting for the savior to be born, but over time it's become all about the presents."
"There will be gifts?"
"Of course! Alright, here's the story: there's this big, old, fat dude with a long, white beard who wears a red suit. Every year, he comes to the houses of the good people and gives them presents and fills their stockings with lots of cool stuff, and he gives the bad people lumps of coal. Everyone leaves him milk and cookies for when he magically squeezes his big body down the chimneys. Then people open their presents on Christmas day and exchange gifts with one another. Also, cheesy music is a big deal and so is flying reindeer. Ooh! And trees and lights. And red and green."
"O...kay." Loki was still confused.
"Why don't you take these and tape them on the walls?" Tony suggested, handing Loki a bunch of wall decorations.
Soon the boys had everything decorated and ready to go. All that was left was the tree. It was a fake tree, the same tree Tony had used since he was a child. He grabbed the tinsel and handed it to Loki after showing him how to wrap it around the tree, then he left the room to get the ordainments. When he came back, Loki was wrapped up in the tree.
"Do not ask, it will only humiliate me further."
"Ah, it's okay, Loki. It's the first time you have been here for this. Although, I do need to take a picture. For the memory." And he did. And put it on Facebook. And he laughed about it for days. Loki did not.