Sabrina has more experience with the holiday than Nick, but she's found that sometimes the strange cultural clashes she'd grown up with lead to less clarity than just learning about something. She's very thankful that the solstice passes easily, and that when it does, they're left with a clear shot at a good, happy Christmas.

Her own worries about gifts had been very real, if short-lived. The memory of Harvey returning the colored pencils to her still holds a sting, though it'd taken only a moment or two in the presence of the people that really love her to decide what she wants to do.

Dressed in red velvet, she lets herself curl up on the couch to watch them, this little tangle of people she adores, as they move about and settle into place themselves. Salem dozes under the tree, and it's one of those rare moments where everything's going right, and she can just let go.

Just be happy.