Tom was both easy and hard to shop for, Carl knew.
"I don't suppose there's anything you want for Christmas?"
Easy because even a pair of socks would earn him a smile and a sincere 'thank you' (admittedly, socks were quite useful, especially since he never seemed to have the time to finish a spell that would keep single socks from disappearing in between putting them in the laundry and putting them back in the drawer). Hard because there never seemed to be anything his partner really wanted, just for himself.
"Peace on Earth would be nice," Tom said, his mind clearly on other matters.
"Not 'peace throughout all known and unknown galaxies'?"
"I thought I'd keep it modest."
"Well, I'll see what I can do." The stores would be open late today. Clearly, it wasn't just wizards who did their Christmas-shopping at the last possible moment - although Carl liked to think that if the stores had been closed today, he'd have gotten Tom's present yesterday.
"Socks are always good, too."
"Any colour in particular?"
Carl wondered what would be the best place to get some socks in an interesting colour - such as, say, electric blue or neon-green. With a good three hours to spare, he was sure he'd be able to find out.