Honestly, if someone had told Sabrina earlier about things like candy cane stockings and different costumes and accessories... well, no, she's always liked the bits of Christmas she'd tasted through her friends. Except Santa, even before the whole Bartell thing. Aunt Zelda has always had plenty of things to say about sitting on the lap of old men who keep track of one's misdeeds-- other things too, that Sabrina is certain she never got to hear.

But this is warm and bright and there's so much love.

She heads over to Rosie, taking her hand and leading her over to the couch, where they can curl up to see what the boys are up to. "Merry Christmas," she murmurs, her smile almost shy.