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The next time Raphael found himself on the doorstep of the manor, it was late in the evening and Christmas was less than a week away. Pristine white snow blanketed the ground, not a single footprint marring the surface. Raphael smiled to himself - clearly Adam had yet to outgrow his boyish fondness for perfect weather.
Donning a ridiculous red and white Santa hat, the angel waltzed through the front door. He paused long enough to give Ms. Hodges his best heart-stealing smile, bowing low to her before running up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Given the weather, he knew exactly where Gabriel could be found, and he was willing to bet Uriel would be holed up with him.
Flinging open the library door, he stepped in and threw his arms wide. "So who asked for their very own Raphael for Christmas?"
Donning a ridiculous red and white Santa hat, the angel waltzed through the front door. He paused long enough to give Ms. Hodges his best heart-stealing smile, bowing low to her before running up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Given the weather, he knew exactly where Gabriel could be found, and he was willing to bet Uriel would be holed up with him.
Flinging open the library door, he stepped in and threw his arms wide. "So who asked for their very own Raphael for Christmas?"
