Marco's gaze stayed on the floor, and for once he wished for that flat affect, so Oliver wouldn't see how depressing he though that was. He loved the Christmas season, though, unless no one had told him, he was pretty sure they hadn't even had Thanksgiving yet. He liked all the lights, and the songs, and the movies, and how generous everyone was, but paper crafts just reminded him of the more miserable holidays he'd had. And he'd never been sledding, which really just sounded more fun than anything right now.
"But what if we went out and got a real tree? With a sled?" he asked, thinking he was smoother than he was. He raised his head, tugging the strings on his hat down again. "You think they're gonna let us give presents? Um, is a secret santa hat different than a normal santa hat?"