“Merry Christmas, darling!”

Summer grinned hugely at Merlin. “Merry Christmas, sugar~!” She grabbed his hands and pulled him into the living room, lit solely with strings of faery lights and a little Christmas tree. Doc lay under the tree, washing a paw innocently. She yanked him into a tight hug, then gestured behind her, where every pillow and blanket she owned lay in a heap. “I was just about to build a movie-watching divan.”