Page 19 of Forbidden (Dark Delights #3)

The Rink gleamed, and a sense of satisfaction filled Ira as he looked around the room. Wolf had indulged Ira in buying a truly astonishing amount of string lights to hang throughout the building. A ten foot Christmas tree stood in the corner where the old cubbies used to be, laden with a ridiculous amount of lights and tinsel. The demons had been particularly gleeful about finding lewd ornaments to hang on it. There was a whole fleet of gingerbread people in various sex poses. A shiny candy cane ornament had the words ‘it’s not going to lick itself.’ A ceramic mug of hot chocolate piled high with marshmallows read ‘hot as fuck.’ The worst one, in Ira’s opinion, was the one of Santa Claus in garters and saying, ‘hoe hoe hoe.’

But none of the humans had the heart to remove any of them, because they’d all had too much fun finding and adding them to the tree. The demons had, at least, consented to having a traditional angel topper, although even that had somehow acquired a tiny Santa hat that clashed with her satin dress and delicate angel wings.