Predefined things that have to appear:A kiss between Herbert and Alfred, something embarrassing with Count Krolock, the story between Magda and Chagal and what happened to Chagal's wife

Christmas Eve with vampires

"This there and this one," said Chagal while he hung the last ornamental bats on the deep, dark green Nordmann fir.
"It would look better there," commented Magda and hung the last-placed bat further down.
"If you think so, my honeybats," grinned Chagal and pinched the former tavern maid's very best.
"You just can't help it, can you?" Magda raised her eyebrows and put on a playful, sweet smile.
"You're just irresistible," the fat vampire complimented and kissed her cheek.
"Aha! And that's why you hired me back then, huh?" Magda knew exactly that she was right. Even then, the inn owner couldn't keep his hands off her.At that time, she found it annoying to be constantly turned on by him, but since they were both vampires it wasn't really that bad.
"Oh, before I forget, I should say hello from your wife." With this sentence she almost gave Chagal a heart attack.
" What why...?"
"I was in the village a few days ago because I just wanted to know what they’re up to since we’re gone."
"Well?" Asked Chagal curiously.
"Well," Magda shrugged her shoulders, "interrupt me if I'm wrong, but since you are no longer the tavern owner, but your wife, things seem to be going much better. And Rebecca has slimmed down so much since you disappeared every man just hit on her. "
Chagal's jaw dropped almost to the floor. His ex-wife ran the shop, was more successful and looked super class?
"Close your mouth," said Magda. “Otherwise a bat will fly in.” She closed Chagal's mouth with a gentle movement of the hand and gave him a kiss."Already finished?" Asked Herbert, who came into the hall with a few packages in his hands and put them under the tree, which, by the way, reached up to the ceiling of the hall.
"C-could one-help me, PLEASE," one heard Alfred, whose appearance was hidden behind thick stacks of presents, gasping and was on the verge of collapsing. It would probably have collapsed if Herbert hadn't reacted so quickly and had relieved him of a large load of packages. Exhausted, they put the ornate parcels under the tree and sat on the nearby bench.
"I've never seen or dragged so many presents," said Alfred.
"You poor little one," said Herbert, stroking Alfred's head of hair. "But maybe you will forget your sluggishness if I give you an early present."
"Hm? For me? Now already?" Asked the young scientist looked at his neighbor, who was grinning mischievously.
"Of course for you. Look up," instructed the silver and white haired man, which he promptly did."Oh, e-mistletoe?" Exclaimed Alfred, knowing exactly what the early present consisted of.
“You surely know the need, right?” Herbert approached Alfred's face. He knew that he just had nothing to say against it and besides, it was Christmas, wasn't it?
"B-But only a kiss," said Alfred and they both gave each other a quick and yet very clear kiss.
"That's what you call the" Festival of Love "," grinned Sarah, who was just walking into the hall with the professor and the count.
The professor and the count were talking about the coming of the presents. The professor was a little surprised that vampires, who feared crosses so much, celebrated Christmas. What could you say about it, except that vampires also had their very own way of celebrating things before they became vampires that they knew from a young age.
After the rest of the presents were finally under the decorated tree, nobody could really wait to open them.Above all Herbert was excited, not only about his gifts, but also about what Alfred would say about his. After a few cups of blood tea, of course the professor was given normal tea, the battle for unpacking began.
“This is for you.” Herbert handed his heart platter a package and grinned. Slightly excited, the young vampire opened the packaging and the box and ...
"Um, Herbert?" Alfred looked as if someone had stolen the butter from his bread.
"What is it? Aren't you happy about it?" The Count's son wanted to know.
"I don't know what you wear privately, but I won't wear them," Alfred picked up his present, which consisted of a pair of the finest high-heeled shoes.
"Huh? That wasn't mine," defended Herbert and looked at the label on the wrapping paper that clearly said: "For Alfi von Herbi".
"What's that?" Sarah asked, holding a device that was a men's razor."What should I do with a book about Transylvanian animal species?" Asked Chagal, looking around.
The professor was no better off, he was holding a small box in which there were a pair of earrings and lingerie. Magda had got some fluffy foot warmers in the shape of wolf paws, but they were so big that she would never fit into them. And the count? Well, it held ...
"That was actually for Alfred," shouted Herbert to his father, who was holding up a really long bowl and two big hearts hung from it.
"Oh," said Count Krolock simply.
"What's that mess?" Asked Magda. "Because someone screwed up something."
"Don't look at me like that, I haven't done anything," Chagal defended himself as his lover's gaze fixed on him.
"But who swapped all the labels?" Sarah wanted to know. Everyone looked at each other and discussed who was guilty. At some point they thought the count was suspiciously calm.All eyes were on him. Inadvertently, a skin-red shade of red settled on his cheeks.
"W-what?" He asked a little nervously.
"Dad, honestly, weren't you the last one to inspect the presents?" Herbert wanted to know and raised his eyebrows.
"Uhum," coughed the count, he was extremely embarrassed. For long he could not withstand the stare of everyone present. "It was a minor accident that might not be noticed," he finally admitted.
"Of course," said Herbert and grinned as he imagined the professor in the ladies' clothes.
"Why did all the presents have to be stacked on top of each other in the room? I accidentally bumped into them and all the tags fell off the mess, which, by the way, were shabbily stuck on. So I tried to assign them to the parcel again."
Silence. Everyone looked at the count, who would have loved to sink into the ground. How could that happen to him of all people?Herbert suddenly began to laugh and he first infected Alfred and then everyone else, except for his father, who didn't quite understand what was going on all of a sudden.
"Oh, dad," the count's son managed to speak. "Nothing can hold you down and intimidate you. Neither wolf, vampire hunter or any other monster, but with a few exchanged gift tags you will turn red like a tomato."
When the count had realized what his son had said, he even had to laugh at himself. Nothing could shake him, but a few harmless signs did what many creatures had tried. In a short time everyone had their real present in their hands.
"But why is the bowl so long?" Asked Alfred who was invited by Herbi to go outside into the courtyard.
"That's why," replied the older one, while he wrapped one end around Alfred's neck and the other end around his own.
"Oh," breathed Alfred, barely audible.
" Not good?, "asked Herbert and you could see a little disappointment in the pitch of the voice.
"Yes, yes!" The young vampire called quickly.
“Well then.” He put an arm around his sweetheart and strolled with her across the snow-covered courtyard.
"Next year," the Count vowed, looking at the wolf paw shoes Sarah had given him, "I will not do a gift inspection."
Will the count stick to it?
"What, don't you like my beard?" Asked Chagal at the sight of the razor.
"A little less hair on your face wouldn't be bad," said Magda and put on her earrings.
"This is how it begins," Chagal whispered.
"Did you say something?"
"Me? No, no," he avoided immediately and wondered what Magda was going to ask of him next.