The four men exchange wary expressions, none of them exactly moving, but all shifting in their seats.

Michael caves first. He fills his lungs then, pulling the creation over his head, tugs it into place. The pullover is a perfect fit on chest and arm and only the Let It Snow logo looks in any way out of place.

As he moves, James, Richard and Larry unfreeze, donning their joke-wear.

All sit, refusing to meet each other’s eyes. Finally, Richard says, “Well, at least we know the worst is over.”

Mitch’s mouth twitches and she whips something from her pocket, aiming at him: a small control panel. She squeezes a button and Santa’s nose starts flashing in time to the tune of Deck The Halls With Boughs Of Holly…

Charlotte and Beth both crease up laughing. Mitch extends the controls again to James and his sweater bleeps out Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer, then Michael’s bursts into Frosty The Snowman…

Larry turns, raising a finger… “No…” But it’s too late. His own woolly launches into Let It Snow…

James erupts from his seat. “Absolutely not!”

He makes to take off Rudolph, but Mitch clicks again, and the jingle stops. Then she paints on an expression of fake contrition. “I’m so sorry, Ryan. If I’d known you’d be here, I’d have made one for you too.”

Ryan inhales. “I’ll live.”

*****

“What else have we then?”

Michael delves into the heap of gifts, this time extracting another small neat package. He glances at the tag then offers it to Mitch.

She, in turn, looks at the label then turns eyes on Larry.

His voice neutral, “I hope you like it.”

lid of the box inside. “Oh, Larry, they’re beautiful. Thank you.” She takes out some small object then starts fiddling with her

a comb,

Platinum?

of a butterfly. It fixes into her hair on one side, pinning back long red tresses; a match to

peers close. “They’re very unusual. Where

I knew what I wanted but couldn’t find it. So, I found a

what he’s given

*****

poke my head around the kitchen door. James is there ahead of me at his workspace, be-aproned, sleeves rolled up on the Christmas sweater, trimming the rind

carrots. Beside her, Mitch wraps bacon around sausages. Between them on a

I help?”

up, smiling. “Absolutely you can help. You

a bowl close by, already containing onions, breadcrumbs and judging by

of people here to eat the results, I thought we would have more than one kind. This is going

on my apron,

Archie wags his tail and gives an ingratiating grin, displaying more teeth than should reasonably be claimed

services around the time I took the bacon from the

then shuffles his position a little to sit directly under James’ cutting board,

a nuisance? I’ll get him

before. He knows how to

takes one look

can help too. Parsnips, potatoes, sprouts. Take your pick. We want plenty so I don’t have to cook again

emanates from deep

face is blandly enquiring, but he doesn’t

um… clearing snow

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