Merry's forehead furrowed. Lucifer was evil, like real major evil, and if an Archangel of God wasn't enough to stop him...
But Santa. Santa had all the magic of Christmas, joy and love and giving. Santa never let evil stand in the way of bringing Christmas cheer to everyone. And— Henry and Dad didn't get along always, and sometimes Dad took a while to get things, but that didn't mean he wouldn't understand! If he just knew how in love Henry and Iestyn were—!
She leaned into Henry's side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "That's... horrible," she said. The word seemed completely inadequate, like calling a forest fire warm. "That's... Henry, what if I told him? Dad? I could explain it. He might know how to help."