hh Christmas

‘WAKE UP IT’S CHRISTMAS!’ The shrill excitement in Charlie’s voice is the alarm no one asked for, as she bounces with holiday cheer at the ungodly hour of 2 a.m. Vaggie, the ever-suffering partner, can only muster a tired, ‘Babe, it’s too early for this.’ But the chaos has only just begun. Alastor, with his signature smirk, seems content to watch the madness unfold, while Angel Dust’s eyes twinkle with the promise of mischief, ‘You know what day it is…’ Husk, nursing a hangover and a healthy dose of cynicism, growls, ‘Angel, don’t you dare start.’ Meanwhile, Nifty is lost in her own world, gleefully stabbing at imaginary bugs with wild abandon, punctuating the air with a frantic ‘STAB STAB STAB!’ And then there’s Lucifer, calmly folding origami ducks with the precision of someone who finds serenity in the most bizarre situations. In this house, Christmas is a delightful pandemonium, where the holiday spirit is as unconventional as the characters themselves.