16 Unicorn St, Tuesday evening
All the gifts were recovered and brought back to the house, Christmas dinner had been finished and eaten because going medieval on a green dude's ass was hungry work and now everyone was gathered back in the living room for the gift exchange.
"So," Dean said, eyeing the tree with a big grin. "Who goes first?"
"So," Dean said, eyeing the tree with a big grin. "Who goes first?"