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In this cruel and unforgiving world, there are a few things Kanaya Maryam believes in with the pureheartedness only possible for someone underneath the legal drinking age. The benevolence of the Initiative. The literary merits of the Twilight Saga. The importance of not wearing socks with sandals.

And number four on that list is the meaning of Christmas.

The one time of the year that she cannot resent the unfair decline of her original culture and its replacement by the inferior civilizations of humanity. Christmas is when humans put their capacity for nothing but deception and theft to good use: They steal gifts for one another, and tell the lie that they love each other. The equivalent solstice festival of twelth perigee's eve happened less than half as often and is impossible to calculate with a different lunar and solar calendar; there is no use mourning its loss when Christmas is on the horizon, and she can finally experience a "White Christmas", whatever that means.

As she prepares her clothing on the 17th, she smiles at the reflection in the mirror of the letter on her desk. "Your friend, Christopher", he had signed it. The man might be insufferable in some ways, but maybe for Christmas she could pretend he wasn't so bad. She'll contribute her presence, at least.

Though she has to wonder how the hell he found out her residence.