[ Next to a medium-sized (quite exotic) potted plant on the front steps is a stack of boxes, all aptly labeled for the both of them. For Crowley, there is a pair of sunglasses similar in style to what he already wears, with a note underneath that says 'Just in case.' There is also a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, and a box that holds a 'vintage' mini record player, along with a hand-written note: ]
Dear Mr. Crowley,
I am not certain if you would ever think to celebrate Christmas, but I hope you accept these gifts with my affection and love. I would not be even near so well as I am without your company and your care.
I hope that you can find some proper songs to play, as I'm still uncertain as to how it works. Did Robert Ingersoll not have something to say on music?
{ christmas morning-ish