“It’s cold as fuck!” you yelled above the wind whipping your clothes and hair around. It penetrated your layers of coat and sweater and shirt and sapped the heat from your body. Heat that you had spent all day building up inside with numerous cups of coffee and hot chocolate. Then he had the nerve to drag you outside to see something.

At least it will be entertaining. You could bet money on that. Jamie is never dull.

A fireball explodes upwards into the night, pushing back the darkness. You were halfway to panicking and running when you heard Jamie’s cackle. His lanky silhouette danced in front of the flames.

“That’s all this stuff is good for!” he yelled.

What was he talking about, you wondered, looking up at the bonfire in awe. You shut your mouth when it fell together.

The tree had been missing when you got up this morning. And the Christmas decorations. And the wrapping paper you told yourself you’d clean up tomorrow. And everything else Christmas-related.

Oh dear.