I think I might die. This was DARLING! All of it. I love the way you manouevured Gabriel having to go home with Mohinder. That was cool and good plotting.

“On Christmas Eve?” Sylar sighed heavily. “Fine. Your funeral.”
Wonderful!

But my favorite part was Sylar decorating the Christmas tree with his mind!! LOVE! And I love the drunkenness.

This story has brough a smile to my face like you wouldn't believe.