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Date: December 8, 1999
Status: Public
Setting: The lobby
Summary: Adam sets up the Manor's Christmas tree



After a quick trip home, Adam returned to Tadfield Manor with an oft taped cardboard box tucked under one arm. His eyes sparkled as he stepped into the lobby and found that the gardener had remembered to bring in a tree for him. Pepper had insisted that it be a live tree, which was fine with Adam, and putting the box down, he tugged it to a place of honor in the lobby not far from an electrical outlet.

He opened the box and almost reverentially began to pull out the baubles within: two strings of multi-coloured fairy lights, a bit of plaster imprinted with his tiny hand and strung on a bit of red ribbon, a pipe cleaner reindeer that he'd made in primary school, a sparkly bluebird with wire in its feet to grasp the branches, a painted soldier on a wooden clothespin, a snowflake that his grandmother had crocheted, and his favorite, a perfect, blown-glass globe with the words "Peace on Earth, 1991". Adam wound the lights around the tree and hung his six ornaments on it carefully.

Reaching into the box one final time, he pulled out the angel that had graced his treetop since he was born. It was an unusual angel in that it did not have ornate, flowing robes in a variety of rich materials. Nor did it have long hair, a glowing halo, golden wings, or a simpering expression. It wasn't even a girl. No, this angel was male, dressed in simple white cotton robes, with plain white, feathery wings and something sparkling in the painted blue eyes that bespoke compassion and love, but intelligence, too. Adam didn't know where it came from, but he loved it as much as a teenage boy is allowed to love a doll-like thing, which is quite a lot, so long as no one knows about it. He gave it a fond smile and fetched a chair to stand on. With an air of gravity, he placed the angel gently atop the tree before climbing down and plugging in the lights.

Stepping back to appraise his work, Adam found it good. Then he replaced the chair and went searching behind the Metatron's desk for some office supplies. After some thought, he wrote,

Tadfield Manor Christmas Tree:

This tree is for all of us staying at the Manor. Please feel free to add your own ornaments from home. Any presents left beneath will be delivered to their recipients on Christmas morning.

Happy Christmas!
Adam

Leaning his sign up by the base of the tree, Adam picked up his now empty Christmas box and headed upstairs to his room humming "O Holy Night".

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((Because I'm too lazy to actually right it out at the moment, let's just say that there is now four badly wrapped presents under the tree, containing a pretty little bottle of Agent Orange (Pollution had always been rather proud of that little herbicide), a plastic box decorated with a water dish in the shape of an ocean and a plastic palm tree and "beach hut" and a breeding pair of a rather nasty species of locus (Pollution had seen it in a human toy story and couldn't help himself), a bloody shirt, sheets and hat, said blood containing the very first AIDs virus found in humans (not that they had known it at the time) (Pollution figured that Pestilence was a lot of things, including a sentimental old bastard, and would get teary eyed over it), and a fishing pole and tackle box. (everyone has to take a vacation sometime) ))