[The awkward one-armed dance they do in the entranceway of his place is twice as good as any hug Richie's ever gotten and came with the jingling bells and pine-fresh scent of the wreath. It felt like Christmas, and Richie hadn't taken the time to celebrate in years.]

You guys finally call a truce? I really did miss everything. C'mon, help me get my shit inside, and then if you're a good boy you can sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want for Christmas.