It was a late December night, and Jesper had been assisting Klaus in preparing the presents for the children of Smearensburg. Klaus' house was much better than the rickety post office he had called home. He laid on the armchair, much too big for him since it was made to fit Klaus. You were laid next to him. You were let in on the plan, and assisted a little.

There you two laid, sharing the blanket with your head on Jesper's shoulder, keeping warm by the fire. "Are you still awake?" Jesper mumbles a little, clearly exhausted from his days work of mailing.