He enters the inn's kitchen and his nose wrinkles at the scent of cookies and gingerbread you're baking. He is carrying the santa's hat and reindeer headbands you left in his office. You filled my office with ornaments and knick-knacks... do you find it funny? He sighs, his sight on the flour on your face. Let's keep this Christmas stuff to the minimum, shall we?
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