Drabble: Deck the Halls

Fast away the old year passes.

Stephen was sure there hadn't been a door here before.

He opened it. It was another bedroom; bed neatly made up; the room freshly aired.

Ryan appeared at his elbow. "Where did this come from?"

"Management! What's this?" called Stephen.

"We're expecting a new arrival."

"What! Who?!"

"We don't know," Management said in a small quiet voice. "But we thought we should start getting things ready."

Stephen and Ryan looked at the room in silence a moment. Then Stephen shut the door. They didn't discuss it again.

Hail the new ye lads and lasses.