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When most people think of elaborate Christmas decorations, they think of great trees and myriad lights, hung from every arch and along every surface. They think of snowmen, of inflatable Santas and Ms. Claus's, of glowing reindeer.
Most people aren't God Tier.
Most houses have lights, little bulbs along the roofs, glowing incandescents that illuminate their various decorations from the inside. Particularly opulent houses may even appear to be lit up with daylight.
The Egbert-Lalonde-Strider-Harley complex (currently connected on the interior with portals, so that they were essentially one house - saved them the trouble of deciding whose house they would use to celebrate) was, in fact, lit up with daylight.
TG: yeah, they're in a time loop
TG: endlessly falling on our shrubs
TG: i warned them about time loops, man.
TG: i told them, dog
Uh... yeah.
Where does the energy come from?
TG: shit, don't ask that
TG: especially not around lalonde
TG: she might actually answer you
TG: and then i'd have to walk you to the asylum
TG: spouting eldritch tongues and all grimdark-skinned
Right. Don't ask Lalonde about physics-breaking loops.
Most houses had a tree to put presents beneath. Particularly opulent houses may have multiple trees, or a tree tall enough to go through a designated hole in the roof.
Not so in the Complex.
TT:Okay, thirty-six degrees left, twenty-two up, three-point-one-four knots, precisely... now.
EB: got it!
In the Complex, instead of a tree, they had John slowly feeding wind into the twister slowly growing next to the (Lalonde's) fireplace. Normally the twister would quickly fall apart into gale-force winds without John's power to stabilize it, but in this case, chance turbulence (manipulated by further gusts of wind and the Seer of Light's insights into chaos and probability) aligned just so to keep the twister stable.
TT: It should not even need to be mentioned that the twister is feeling reversed gravity.
TT: And is currently floating a few feet above the ground.
TT: Both grounds.
TT: The green tinsel whipping around inside it shouldn't come as a surprise either.
When most people put stars on the top of their Christmas tree, they used a plastic star. Particularly opulent households might use a metallic star, or even one made of gold. Particularly devout households may draw attention to its symbolism of the Star of Bethlehem.
The Complex used a literal star.
GG: i was going to use the original star
GG: but, well, it's a nova!
GG: so it'd be a red giant when i could actually pick it up
GG: and i dunno, i thought it was kind of morbid
GG: having a blood-red star on top of the tree...
GG: i could have taken it from before it was a red giant
GG: but then it wouldn't really be the star of bethlehem anyway
GG: so i just used arcturus instead!
GG: which is a nice orangey-gold.
Needless to say, the gifts this year are heavy. And wrapped in asbestos.
... Actually, there's an awful lot of gifts for four people. I wonder why that -
GG: alright!
GG: Rose, do you have the portal?
TT: Here.
TT: It's a shame we didn't have this when we left.
EB: well, it needs someone on the other end to work right anyway
TT: True.
TT: In any case.
TT: Jade?
GG: On it!
The portal - which looks suspiciously like a cross between a hula hoop and a stargate - flies through Jade's portal-body and vanishes. Its other end lights up, ten chevrons immediately locking.
EB: that's the meteor!
EB: next the 
TG: ready
GG: ready!
EB: (this feel so strange throwing heavy things at you, jade!!!!!!!!)
EB: hup!
TT: You'll need my help for the next one, Jade.
GG: ready!!!
GG: hee!
TT: Dreambubble-portal in three
TT: two
TT: one
EB: hup!
GG: and the lily-pad
EB: fiiiiiiiinal
EB: hup!
And then they start pouring in. The trolls - some dead (some more clearly so than others), others alive, fairy-shaped god tiers and mortals alike. One carapace, bearing wings and the ears of a certain omnipotent dog. And one firefly.
EB: Merry Christmas!
GG: Merry Christmas!!!!! :B
TT: Merry Christmas. Troll or otherwise.
(Dave does not speak, but instead raises up a SBaHJ comic.)
SB: meryr
HJ: GRISTMAS!!!!! ryrem