The Stocking Stuffer: a Ghastly Christmas Meh-rathon

Given the hotel’s age, many of the rooms possess fireplaces, but, of course, with modern safety concerns, we cannot allow our visitors to light a fire themselves. As such, they have become ornamental, visual features without function.

I will add: they are all sealed. This had to be carried out due to repeated complaints from multiple guests that there often came from them a cold draft, even during the height of summer. On some days, this could be seen as a positive, but the guests who complained also mentioned the draft brought with it a series of, as they described, musical notes, the sound of someone whistling. Peculiarly, they often whistled it to me, and all of them managed, to the best of their ability, to whistle the same tune. I imagine it came from a popular television program or film and floated this theory to Hugo, doing my best imitation of the song. He became concerned and muttered something about a lovesick chimney sweep who, when spurned, stepped from the top of the building. (He did not mention the title of whatever this came from, and anyway, it did not sound like anything I would be interested in, so I did not ask for it.)

Stick with us all day to see what stuff we have in stock to stuff your stockings. (Ability of all products to fit in a stocking not guaranteed.)