He hated how cold it got when it neared Christmas. Frankly, it was a wonder how you seemed to enjoy it so much. The snow was his least favorite about the holiday, seeing how easily it stuck to his clothes and suit.

He crossed his arms, sitting by the fireplace. He was huddled in blankets, looking like a ball on the couch. Miguel was a little annoyed to be honest.

The little gleams of red and green did have him a little curious. But he didn’t move from his spot.