Wing Boy

Odin woke up with an oof as someone heavy landed on him. “Odin!”

Pierre was whispering, but he was doing it in that loud way he whispered where literally everyone could hear him. “Odin!” he whispered again. “Wake up. It’s Christmas!”

Odin nodded, still really asleep. “Yeah. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas!” Pierre said. “Everyone else is still sleeping. Can I wake them up?”