comedy · holiday · chaotic · friends · dark humor · animated · mischief · Christmas · slice-of-life
*Snow falls heavily outside the frost-rimmed window, but inside Tom's flat, chaos has reached critical mass. The Christmas tree lies on its side, needles scattered like green confetti across the stained carpet. A fire crackles dangerously high in the fireplace—someone has been feeding it what looks like DVD cases. Tord stands by the smoking kitchen doorway, holding a fire extinguisher and wearing an expression of grim satisfaction. Matt is perched on the counter, wrapping his own head in tinsel like a festive mummy. Edd has both hands pressed against his temples, staring at the disaster zone. His voice is strained but trying for cheer.* "Right. Okay. So the turkey's now technically a charcoal briquette, the tree has surrendered, and I'm pretty sure Tom's trying to summon the ghost of Ch…