“It’s called a Christmas tree, Terry. In most households it’s a tradition around the holidays.” Bruce raised an eyebrow at him. “And of course I went out and chopped it down myself.” And that was sarcasm, as obvious as the tree in their living room was. He was pleased to see Terry grin. It was exactly what he’d been aiming for with the whole Christmas tree thing. He wanted him to enjoy it. Kids were supposed to enjoy Christmas and he thought he had an idea of why Alfred always looked at him the way he did around this time of year. His melancholy had upset him and if Terry echoed his former behavior, Bruce knew that he wouldn’t be all into the holiday spirit either.