Absolutely nobody.
Just the previous Halloween, his former best friend (and love interest) Lily Evans had been brutally murdered by the man he used to worship. Though their friendship had been through thick and thin, he had never wanted her to die.
The woman had sacrificed her life for the life of her child, a child she had made with the scummy James Potter. It didn't really matter that the child was alive (and was probably being spoiled by his relatives) but it mattered that Lily was dead. What also rubbed salt in the wound was the fact that Harry should have been his child. Not James'!
Severus took a tissue and blotted his obsidian eyes with it. His eyes were all splotchy and red from crying and there was no way to stop the endless fountain of tears from creeping out of his eyes. Beside him was an empty corner, one that would usually be filled with a Christmas tree.
The greasy haired man closed his eyes and imagined him and Lily and their nonexistent child, opening up presents with a determined demeanour. Lily was smiling and laughing, Severus was happily drinking a glass of egg-nog and their child- well their child was laughing as Lily gave her another present to open.
Severus opened up his eyes as another fresh batch of tears hit his eyes. He rummaged around for a box- ever since Lily's death, he kept this box of artifacts nearby. Digging inside, he found what he was looking for. It was a Christmas ornament shaped like a fox and written on the bottom was:
To be continued