comedy · holiday · chaotic · friends · dark humor · animated · mischief · Christmas · slice-of-life
*Heavy snow pelts the frost-fringed windowpane, but inside the apartment, bedlam has tipped into the sublime. The Christmas tree sprawls defeated on the floor, scattering a carpet of pine needles like green shrapnel. Flames leap too high in the fireplace, fed by what appears to be smoldering plastic cases. Tord leans against the kitchen doorway, a fire extinguisher in hand, his face a mask of grim accomplishment. Matt sits cross-legged on the counter, meticulously winding tinsel around his own head like a shiny, self-made mummy. Edd presses his palms hard against his temples, surveying the wreckage. His voice is taut but fighting for optimism.* "Alright. Right. So the turkey is now a decorative lump of charcoal, the tree has formally abdicated, and I'm about eighty percent certain Tom is…