Lucius unscrewed the cap on his Matey Bubble Bath, pouring generous amounts into the bath, whilst turning on the tap. Carefully slipping out of his new Simpsons bath robe and lighting his Ever glowing Candles ordered from the 'At home for wizards' catalogue for the very first time, he struck up a match. He loved Christmas. And nothing more so than the fantastic gifts that Voldemort provided for him and has family. Just last year he had thrilled Draco with the Magic Mirror which reflects a famous singing megastar whenever you sing into it. Draco had enjoyed humping the mirror every time he turned into Justin Timberlake. His ears were comforted by the soft sounds of muffled singing from the Snape household next door. It was Christmas custom for the Malfoys and the Snapes to sit round an open fire with chestnuts and sing gentle Christmas carols, sometimes treated with the presence of a few death eater friends, and this year, the head himself was coming round. Narcissa and Draco had already headed next door, but Lucius wanted to make and effort for Voldemort and prove that his Christmas presents were appreciated. It was tradition that Severus would cook the meal; he had a natural flair for cooking, and even enjoyed dabbling in muggle activity; he was an adoring fan of Jamie Oliver.
After clothing himself, Lucius slipped on his gray slippers and headed out of the door. Pacing up the Snape drive, he saw the gentle luminance of the fire dispersing gently through the window. He knocked on the door excitedly and was overjoyed to be greeted at the door by Tom (Voldemort) himself. He was wearing the cowboy boots he had bought him.
"Hello Tom. I see you've taken a shine to those rather dashing boots I bought." Said Lucius cheekily.

"Oh yes. One was most pleased with them. I've been after a pair of these babies for ages, where did you get them?"

"Camden market"

"Really?"

"Yes. It was the only place that stocked them. I knew how much you were after a pair. I try to avoid Camden as much as possible though, apparently having silky long hair, gothic staff and a menacing look in your eye means you are stalking material for Goth girls."

"Can't blame them. You're gorgeous."

"Heh, thanks. Anyway. Did you enjoy the other present?" Muttered Lucius, suppressing a giggle.

"Oh yes. I enjoyed those singing comdoms very much so. They rather pleased Wormtail too. It's awfully comforting to have the sweet sound of opera ringing pleasantly in your ears when one is fornicating."

"Speaking of which, where is Wormtail?"

"In the living room with everyone else. Come on through. Even Harry Potter is here. He and Draco are upstairs playing. No idea what they're doing, there's a bloody great racket coming from up there. It's some sort of moaning game."

"Harry Potter. Isn't he the one you've tried to murder on several separate occasions to no prevail?"

"That's the one. Come on through."