"It's
listing to the right."
"It's straight."
"You call that straight? I
called it old man crooked." Jazz shot Krebs a look that said 'fix it or
else!'
Her housemate blew out an exasperated
breath as he stepped back a few paces and studied the tree. She was right. It
was leaning a little too far to the right.
"I'll have to secure the damn
thing to the wall," he muttered. "You had to have a ten-foot tree,
didn't you?"
"The room cries out for a large
tree." She held her arms out to encompass the huge living room that was
bright with twinkle lights threaded through green garlands decorated with red
velvet bows. Holiday music played in the
background.
Krebs grunted as he struggled with
the heavy tree. He shot a glare toward the man lounging on the couch. "You
could help, you know. Vampire strength. Pick the tree up as if it was a
toothpick and all that."
"This is your tradition, not
mine." Nick grinned. "Besides, I'm enjoying the show you and
Jazz are giving me as you argue about decorations and a tall tree." But he
took pity on the human and went over to help steady the tree. "Perhaps
someone will add her magick to the tree." He lifted an eyebrow at Jazz.
"What would you guys do without
me?" She held her hands out. "Getting close to the date. Want the
tree to be long. So stand up straight and stand up strong. Because I said so,
damn it!" To go with the holiday spirit her magick left her fingertips in
red and green sparkles, traveling to the tree and wrapping it in power. The
tree immediately stopped listing to the right. "And no holes in the
wall," she told Krebs.
"That works for me. Think you
can do the lights too?"
"Putting lights up is guy work!
I put up the ornaments and icicles." She held up a silvery strand of
tinsel.
Krebs gritted his teeth as Jazz
directed the placement of the strands of lights. "I thought this was guy
work."
"It is, but you still need to
know where they go." She handed him the star tree topper.
"What did you do before you had
me to boss around?" Krebs asked.
"I had a three-foot tabletop
tree, but this is so much better." Jazz sorted through the ornaments until
she found the one she wanted and carefully placed it on a branch.
Fluff and Puff slid into the room,
chattering away to themselves. They headed for the red basket filled with candy
canes and grabbed one, growling and snapping at each other as they fought over
the peppermint treat until it broke in half. Each retreated to an opposite
corner to enjoy their booty while keeping an eye on the other to make sure it
wasn't taken away from them.
"No, the angel has to go up
there." Jazz pointed up and up and up.
Krebs sighed. "I'll get the
ladder."
"I can take care of that."
Nick levitated to the branch Jazz indicated and carefully hung the ornament.
Between Jazz's direction, Krebs and
Nick doing her bidding the tree was decorated from top to bottom.
"Any reason why you couldn't do
the witchy thing and just send the ornaments onto the tree?" Krebs asked.
"Sure, but it's not as much fun
as making sure they're where they belong. I do great work." She beamed as
she studied the tree.
Nick and Krebs exchanged a look.
"Who does great work?" They asked in unison.
"I was the brains, you were the
brawn." She waved off their words. "It's a beautiful tree."
With the drapes open, the tree was
perfectly framed in the huge bay window that faced the street. With icicle
lights decorating the house, twinkle lights blanketing the shrubs and lighted
lollipops and candy canes along the cement walkway, the house was a holiday
confection.
"Let's go outside and see the
full effect!" Jazz grabbed the men by the hand and pulled them outside.
They stood on the sidewalk to admire the final effect.
"Even prettier than last
year," she pronounced.
"I have to admit you do good
work." Krebs hugged her.
"Jazz has always loved the
holidays," Nick said.
"Especially presents." She
looked from one to the other.
"You know the rules. We wait
until the morning of December 25 and not one minute sooner. It's cold out here.
I'll make Irish coffee," he offered, heading for the front door. "You
can drink that, right, Nick?"
"Thankfully, I can." He
slipped an arm around Jazz's waist as they walked up the walkway.
"Gross!" Krebs stared at
Fluff, or maybe it was Puff. "They ate peppermint and that came out
of them?"
Jazz held her nose as she waved her hand through the noxious air
that grew worse by the minute. "I should have remembered that peppermint
doesn't agree with them."
"I guess we'll be drinking our Irish coffee in the
kitchen." Krebs led the way toward the back of the house. “Hey witchy
roomie, can you conjure up some gas masks?”