“I liked Christmas and this was Christmassy enough for us. Ellie and Adam’s flat looked like Santa had dropped around for a party, had too much to drink and puked up Christmas everywhere.”
“Everyone wants a Christmas tree. If you had a Christmas tree Santa would bring you stuff! Like hair curlers and slut shoes.”
“Jeez! I thought you said you were just gonna set up the tree? It looks like Santa shit Christmas in here!”
“We can _start_ making Christmas and Santa can finish up.”
“Like kids who only ever get socks for Christmas, but still believe with all their hearts in Santa.”
“Seriously, isn’t there enough holiday cheer around here? You all don’t have to invade my office.” I glared at my coworkers, decked out in their fancy Christmas finery, complete with Santa hats and jingly socks.I should have been expecting this—it was a week before Christmas. -- Erica”