"Ho ho ho, sweetheart. What would you like old Santa to bring you this year?"
String grinned from his post by the punch bowl, some things never changed. If he closed his eyes, he was a kid again, and St. John was sitting on Santa Dom's knee, and String's turn was next. He set aside his nostalgia to help a little girl refill her cup without spilling all over her party dress, glad Dom had cajoled him into helping at the shelter's Christmas party. It reminded him that he wasn't the only one with problems on the holidays.