Illya Kuryakin stood back and admired his handiwork. It wasn’t the tidiest thing in the world, nor was it the biggest, but that didn’t matter. He’d bought it from a thrift store, along with all the necessary accoutrements and Illya couldn’t believe how much that small act alone had filled him with cheer. Maybe it was true what Napoleon had said. It really did seem as though, once granted an entrance, the spirit of the season could thrive within anyone. As a finishing touch, the Russian placed small gifts for Napoleon, Mark and April beneath his newly decorated Christmas tree.
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Date: 2014-12-11 08:31 am (UTC)Glad you liked it, Thank you.