"I dunno, my parents are delightful, that's why everyone hates them. They always offer for you to come over. My mom got you presents." She always did. Unrelentingly. Bless her heart, she was a good woman. "If you stay here, tell me, then you could come and sleep over at mine!" The could make it work, they were good at stuff like that.

Or he'd just come and sleep here. Whatever way. "One day, sooner or later, we will spend Christmas together."