[Francis told himself that he wasn't going to celebrate Christmas this year. Sure, the decorations were up, he'd gotten a tree, and there were even presents wrapped neatly under said tree. But for some reason he didn't feel like going out. He'd make sure to deliver the presents himself after the day in question passed of course, but that Christmas... Well, that Christmas he was just going to stay at home, drink his
wine, and spend some time alone.
He'd raise a toast on the first minute of the first hour of Christmas in front of his
brightly lit Christmas tree.
"Joyeux Noël, maman. Noël est tout simplement pas la même sans vous."
Christ. Someone stop him now, he was going to turn into a downright hermit for the holidays.]
To be found and sent the day after Christmas:
Arthur: A
layered wrapped gift, using layers and layers of tape and tissue paper that would be a hassel to get off to get inside.
Ivan: A set of
wine glasses he bought in Paris, along with
something comfortable.
Rory: A dozen
bouquets laid out in front of her door, along with a
neatly wrapped clothes box and a slightly
smaller box with a large bow.
Bella: Two gifts wrapped sepreately- one to
hint one to
tide over anger.
Alfred: A small
box with an apologetic card attached. (Je suis désolé mon neveu. I hope you can forgive me someday.) Also a prepaid visa giftcard of an undisclosed amount.
Kim: A beautiful wrapped small
box.
Gilbert: A stocking stuffed with
coal, a
present hidden at the bottom.
Feliciano: Something
cute and stylish from back in Paris.
Romano: A
cook book and promise of dinner covered in red ribbon.
Emiliana: A coupon for another free hair-cut anytime, neatly handwritten on a card.