The Christmas tree lights reflected off looped garlands of tinsel, sending tiny spots of colour skittering across the uncleared breakfast table, the bookcase groaning with arcane artefacts, and the thin layer of glitter spread across the fraying carpet.
"Pixie invasion, leprechaun war or message from the Ladies?" asked Marshall, setting down a double armful of brown paper grocery bags and unbuttoning his heavy winter coat.
Simon looked up. Twists of mangled sellotape littered the floor around him.
"None of the above," he said. He picked up a slim roll of wrapping paper, red and green and decorated with smiling cartoon reindeer, and shook it. A wave of silver drifted down, settling across his lap and gilding his feet in their mismatched socks.
"Wow," said Marshall. "That is Sky Monsters-level quality control."
Simon nodded.
"On the upside," he said, "Tod's going to be psyched for his Secret Santa gift this year."
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