"Spike, come look at this!" Xander bounced in the computer chair.

"I'm watching the telly, pet, what is it?" Spike lounged on the couch, remote in hand.

"Gotta be seen to be believed, come here, come here!" Xander was chortling and clicking like mad.

"You need to lay off the Christmas cookies and cocoa before you have an aneurysm, Xan." Spike rolled off the couch and onto his feet with a grace that went unnoticed by his partner, who was laughing loudly.

"Uglychristmaslights.com? I got off the couch for this?"

"You know you're only not fat because you're a vampire, right? Look at this one, 'Santa and the polar bear share their not-so-secret love'!" Xander laughed so hard he snorted.

Spike laughed, too, mostly because Xander was so happy. "You know, we could totally do up the Watcher's house in style," he said with a sly grin.

The only answer he needed was Xander's hysterical laughter.