Bram had almost forgotten that it was Christmas time. He had been working on a case to teach something that the old ways aren’t practiced anymore and would never be coming back.
He had ended up stabbing it through the heart with a stack of holly seemingly killing it as far as he could tell but he went through his usually procedure to make sure it wouldn’t be coming back before leaving town.
After a flight back to England he took a look through his contact list to see which of his friends and people that he had met were still alive. Making mental notes to send monetary support to those still alive and taking a drink in honor of those departed.
When he had been younger there had been an effort to have something close to a really Christmas but that had stopped after grandpa had died and he started getting the weapons he wanted for Christmas.
He also took drinks for people that he had really cared about over the years who had died.
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