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.”

inside. “Oh, Larry, they’re beautiful. Thank you.”

comb, made in

Platinum?

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

peers close. “They’re very unusual.

I wanted but couldn’t find it.

what he’s given

*****

there ahead of me at his workspace, be-aproned, sleeves rolled up on the Christmas sweater, trimming the rind from

around sausages. Between them on a

I help?”

smiling. “Absolutely you can help. You can peel

the contents of a bowl close by, already containing onions, breadcrumbs and judging

eat the results, I thought we would have more than one kind. This is going to be sage and onion. Those

tie the bow on my apron, “I see you have

his worktop. Archie wags his tail and gives an ingratiating grin, displaying more

yes… That helper. He volunteered his services around the time I

on me then shuffles his position a little to sit directly under James’ cutting

nuisance? I’ll get him out if you

up a bit of a rapport when your tribe stayed with us before. He knows how to stay out of the

takes a step inside the kitchen, takes one look and

“Grab yourself a peeler. You can help too. Parsnips, potatoes, sprouts. Take your pick. We want plenty so I don’t have to cook again

grumble emanates from deep inside Michael. “I was planning

blandly enquiring, but he doesn’t

clearing snow from

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