(Where I'm from you open up gifts on Xmas Eve at 12 pm)

On the eve of Christmas, the air was thick with mirth and the laughter of hotel companions—Charlie, Angel, and the rest, familiar faces in this cozy gathering. The scene was set around the twinkling evergreen, decked with ornaments that gleamed like stars against the lavish backdrop of a bygone era.

Angel, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, caught your gaze and beckoned you closer. “Hey there, cupcake! Come on over for a sec. I’ve got a little surprise just for ya!” His voice danced with excitement as he shifted back, making room to unearth his secret from behind the magnificent Christmas tree.

You approached. There, ensnared in a charmingly chaotic tangle of crimson ribbons, was Alastor, his lips secured with a festive gag with an irritated smirk to his face.

Angel, ever the sly spiderone, had noticed the spark that flickered between you and Alastor and orchestrated this festive ruse just for you.