The snowstorm began just as we reached the halfway point of decorating the massive tree in Adrian’s living room. The lights we’d strung sparkled brilliantly against the ornaments Kelvin and I had helped him pick out earlier at the holiday market. Kelvin sat cross-legged on the floor, debating where his favorite ornament—a wooden reindeer—should go next.
The tree was massive, its branches spreading wide and tall. It was the kind of tree that seemed more at home in a department store window display than in a living room. But Kelvin adored it, and that was all that mattered.
Adrian, on the other hand, looked hilariously out of place as he struggled to untangle the string lights he had managed to get into a mess “Who knew Christmas lights could be this complicated?” he muttered, holding up
