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Title: A Wilson Christmas
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: House
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Character(s): House. Wilson
Date: December 25
Author’s Notes: Something for

souleswanderer's prompt for the 25th day of my Advent Calender. Yes, it's no longer the 25th but I wasn't exactly close to any kind of internet/computer for the holidays.
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"Merry Christmas?" Wilson offered sheepishly.

"We've had this conversation before. You're Jewish," House informed him as if he were a particularly stupid child, but he still stepped aside to allow Wilson in.

"What's in the bags?"

Wilson quirked an eyebrow in challenge. "You tell me."

"Food?" House would have denied it but it was obvious, to Wilson at least, that he'd perked up at the possibility. As much as House could perk, anyway.

"With the way you stock your kitchen? That's a given," Wilson cracked as he started unpacking various pans and sticking them in the oven.

"There's more? I'm intrigued," House continued their traditional game of jab, taunt and dodge.

"Are those cookies? And eggnog? Have you been converted recently? Or have you always harbored a secret love of Christmas in your little, Jewish heart?" Despite his jibe, House's hand had to be "discouraged" from swiping a sugared Christmas tree.

Wilson scoffed. "This is for you. I'm fulfilling all the clichés aren't I? Sorry, I couldn't find mistletoe on such short notice."

House smirked. He might deny it but he was loving this.

"That's okay, Jimmy. You can smooch me after I get smashed on eggnog."

"It's non-alcoholic."

"Won't be after I add in some vodka."

"And miss the turkey?"

"You made turkey?"

"Chicken. Same thing. Almost." Wilson moved to the living room and popped in a CD. Jazzy Christmas music filled the apartment.

House frowned.

"Definitely need that vodka if I'm going to get through this."

Wilson smiled.

"You realize that I got you nothing for Christmas, 'cause you're Jewish," House repeated once again.

"I'll survive somehow," Wilson muttered as he started hunting down plates, glasses and cutlery.

"Jimmy?"

"Hmmm?"

"Merry Christmas."

"You realize this means you're spending Hanukkah at my folk's next year?"

"Should've got it in writing."

Wilson shook his head. "Merry Christmas."