"No problem," Theo said. "I'm glad you two are getting along."
"Hey, Theo!" yelled Joshua Barker as he ran across the chapel floor toward them. "Mom says Santa will be at the party."
"A quick appearance, Josh, then he has to get on his route," Theo said. He looked up to see Emily Barker and her boyfriend/husband/whatever Brian Henderson coming across the room. Brian was wearing a red Star Fleet Command shirt.
"Merry Christmas, Theo," Emily said.
Theo hugged Emily and shook Brian's hand.
"Theo, have you seen Gabe Fenton?" Brian asked. "I wanted to show him the shirt, I think he'll get a kick out of it. You know, nerd solidarity."
"He was here a little bit ago, Brian, but then Val Riordan arrived and they were talking. I haven't seen them for a while."
"Maybe they went for a walk. Beautiful evening, isn't it?"
"Isn't it," said Molly, coming to Theo's side.
"He said he was good with weather," said the Narrator.
"Shhhhhhh," said Molly.
"Pardon?" Brian said.
Out behind the chapel, the dead were feeling festive as well.
"He's going to do her right here in the graveyard," said Marty in the Morning. "Who would have thought a shrink could moan like that. A little carnal scream therapy, huh, doc?"
"No way," said Bess Leander. "She's wearing Armani, she's not going to mess up that outfit."
"You're right," said Jimmy Antalvo. "They'll just suck face and take the party home for makeup sex. But how do you know she's wearing Armani?"
"You know what?" said Bess. "I have no idea. Just a feeling, I guess."
"I do hope they sing 'Good King Wenceslas'," said Esther, the schoolteacher. "I just love that song."
"Has anyone seen the biologist's dreadful dog?" asked Malcolm Cowley, the dead book dealer. "Last year the beast urinated on my headstone three times."
"He was sniffing around a minute ago," said Marty in the Morning, "but he went inside when they started to bring the food out."
Inside, Skinner was sitting under the Christmas tree, looking at the strangest creature he'd ever seen. It was hanging from the lower branches, but it didn't look like a squirrel, or smell like food; in fact, it had a face that looked like another dog. Skinner whimpered and sniffed the air. If it was a dog, where was its butt? How could he say hello if he couldn't sniff its butt? He took a tentative step back to study the thing.
"What are you looking at?" said Roberto.