Christmas was stupid. It was an overcommercialized holiday designed to make people go crazy for whatever new fad was deemed to be hip that year. People would trample one another for a fifty dollar flat-screen television and it would just be complete chaos. It was just another way for humans to torture themselves, and they did it willingly. But, if Chloe wanted to celebrate, then he would celebrate.
She had decorated the room with things she found in a pop-up gift shop that magically existed for a couple of days. While he hadn't specifically asked, he was certain that she was missing Trixie more than ever. "So, am I obligated to give gifts to those beings that claim to be my children from another dimension? I could just nab a bottle of Scotch from the bar and give that to Jack. Sabrina, she's an entirely different story, I have absolutely no idea what she would even like. How about you, Detective? What are you wishing for this holiday?"