"I spent fifteen years living in a monastery. They didn't really have Christmas or any other holidays." It'd been a strict place; training in the morning, sparring, then more training in the afternoon. They didn't stop for holidays. "I remember Christmas."

His smile widened and he looked like a little kid again.

"My dad would insist that we all have Christmas together. Us and the Meachums. We'd have to wait until everyone was there before we could open presents and a few years he came home early from the office to make ornaments with us." They could buy anything which made the little things he made as a kid even more special.

"Sorry. I haven't really thought about it for awhile."