CHRISTMAS LETTERS, GO.

[halfcocked]

[this lovely winter evening, you might be drawn to the glow of garish pink Christmas lights twined through the . . . stalks . . . of what is obviously some corn trying very hard to be a Christmas tree. it's even wearing a cheap piney cologne. how desperate is that, seriously

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[aluckyshot]

[three packages under the...tree... one card tucked into the branches stalk.]

For Fuuma: a large, flat box. Inside, a card tucked into the lapels of a lovely overcoat.
I hope this is of use to you during your travels. I apologize if it isn't an exact fit, as I had to guess at your measurements. Merry Christmas, Luck.

For Dee: a tall box with the word FRAGILE scrawled across the wrapping paper. Inside, a bottle of moonshine and a tiny card tied loosely around its neck.
If you were here, this might be enough to get you arrested. A taste of what could have been? Enjoy a slight adventure on the other side of the law, Detective. Merry Christmas, Luck.

For Umeda: a neatly wrapped, leather-bound, gold-stamped edition of Poe's work.
You are incredibly difficult to shop for, I hope you know. In the end, I resorted to the embarrassing choice of choosing something I enjoy and hoping that you will enjoy it as well. Have a very merry Christmas, Doctor. Luck.

For Claire: just an envelope. Inside, a holiday card with a photograph of all the brothers from a year or two before Claire ran off to JOIN THE CIRCUS tucked inside.
Come visit sometime. We miss you, Luck.

[servicewitha]

[runs his fingers over the fabric, thoughtfully]

Merry Christmas, Luck.

[solipsismmortal]

[turning over the card]

Brings back memories.

[cock_my_gun]

[. . . s-snorts at the present and the card]

Yeah, yeah, Merry Christmas.