Chapter 6Saint Nick Steel and a Holiday Wish List, Back at Home
“No,” Jason attempted. He had a strand of twinkly soft gold lights looped around one arm, because those were meant to go along with the pine branches over the windows. Candles glimmered in cinnamon and golden topaz and spiced marshmallow light.
Their entire place shimmered with, tasted of, sang with Christmas cheer: he and Colby and the house had all decided it was time to start decorating, especially given a few weeks off. They’d have to be back in London in January, for Colby to start rehearsals for a young and updated stage show Macbeth and for both of them to work on voice roles for the animated princes-falling-in-love-while-in-disguise adventure. They’d baked gingerbread that morning.
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