(tons and tons of christmas-y flowers, like Euphorbia Pulcherrima (advent star), later that day Tom receives his real present, a silver cross hanging on a chain, all of this is delivered in person, of course)





Merry Christmas, dear.

You are hereby entitled to wear the Warrington tartan.

Your brother Andrew

(a rather short skirt made of tartan)





Merry Christmas!

See you tomorrow,

Andrew

(a brand-new camera, with extra wide-angle magical zoom binocular lenses)





Merry Christmas!

Don't think I don't know how much those posters meant to you.

Love, Andrew

(five huge Quidditch posters, much bigger and nicer than the ones Chris destroyed when he was locked up in his room after that icident with the girl.)