John sat in his recliner with 3 year old Dean on his lap and watched as Mary decorated their Christmas tree. Occasionally Mary would hand Dean an ornament and John would lift him up and help him put it on the tree.
Mary stopped decorating for a moment and traded a box of ornaments for Dean. As John finished decorating, Mary took Dean into the kitchen to get a cookie and some milk for her little boy. John smiled as he put on the tree angel, because he could hear Mary and Dean laughing in the kitchen.
When Sam was growing up, he never heard these stories. Dean barely remembered, and John didn’t talk about things that made him remember. They made him too sad. It was probably all for the best. Sam didn’t like to be remembered that he never had a Christmas with his mother. Not even once.
And over time the Winchester’s would have looked on that kind of Christmas as the strangest thing in the world.