"'m sorry," Sam muttered, maybe for his lack of Christmas spirit. Maybe for not making things easy on Matty by living out here and being... a tree farmer or something. Whatever. He wasn't big on hunting and cars were boring so he felt there were limited options. Maybe he ought to have been a lumberjack, he bet there was plenty of gay action to be had there.

He listened to the Christmas songs that were playing, then glanced at Matty. "We should decorate the house. Go obnoxious with it. Bobby would hate it." And he thought Matty would love it.