Blaine drags out another box and this one has lights. They are not the best lights, but they'll do. He snorts out a surprised laugh. "Santa's not a god," but he can get why she might think that.

"Flying reindeer pulling a sled through the air driven by a super fat old guy in red and white who gives presents to all the good little boys and girls. The bad ones get coal."

Not like anyone actually got coal. Maybe no gifts at all, but who the fuck had a lump of real coal? No matter how bad Blaine had been, and he was definitely naughty, his stocking was always filled with goodies.

"Our family just likes to eat at any gathering. If we're all together, we're eating. A big dinner or going out to eat."