Warnings: 2nd Person Colt POV, fluff (sort of), 7 Sins Continuity

You've not known Punk long, a few months really but over that time you've gotten to be friends. He' a prickly sort of person at first or so Ace warned you "a salty fucker but good underneath it". You don't remember him being particularly salty, you remember him being exasperated by how terrible everyone else in the group was, you remember talking to him, with caution Ace's warning fresh in your ears, about them, joking about terrible they were, giving your own improvised commentary. You remember how he'd laughed, eventually joined in, how amused he'd looked at your less than subtle confidence that you could do better and when you did, you remember how relieved he'd looked, how he'd smiled cheerfully at you and happily engaged you in conversation; you remember Ace staring at you both like he'd just seen hell freeze over. You're almost sad to be left of the first time I met Punk club though, you've heard some good stories.

For you though it was simply you'd impressed Punk and you were impressed with him. If you're honest, you'd kind of heard the name CM Punk before, your best friend had mentioned the backyard promotion Punk had been a part of, you were impressed that it was a bunch of kids not really any older that yourself, were running what was a pretty impressive racket. You'd thought to mention it until someone else brought it up and Punk refused to discuss the topic and stiffed them, it should be remembered that Punk is legitimately dangerous when he wants to be. You didn't mention the LWF to him, learning from mistakes of others. The LWF helped teach you another lesson about Punk, that if you want information from him, don't ask, if he decides it's important to your relationship, he'll tell you. It took maybe a month before he brought it up, explained how he'd parted company with them over training and money, you didn't pry just nodded and ate more pizza. Eventually more of the story came out, how the money had been stolen by his brother, how the others had essentially closed ranks after he'd decided to go and actually learn how to be a wrestler. It explained some of why Punk was quite so prickly, betrayal tends to do that to a person.

Over the time you've known him, you think you've grown closer, your older friends complain that when you're in Chicago you're never around, your best friend, someone you've known since you were old enough to have friends sent you a rather salty text when you missed his birthday. You'd had every intention to go to his party but it was the night Punk randomly invited you out to pizza, the night he brought up the mess with LWF so you can't say you regret it. Punk might not be your best friend, not by a long shot but you know he is becoming more and more important to you, making himself an ever-increasing part of your life. Slowly but surely working his way up the list, you've the strange feeling that before long, you'll look at the odd man sitting Indian style opposite you and wonder how you managed without him. He's throwing one of the many brightly wrapped parcels he's been handing out all day from hand to hand, looking pensive.

"I dunno if you do Christmas but here." He tosses you the parcel, you find yourself shaking it out of habit.

"It's not a dreidel is it?" You ask and he rubs the back of his neck, a habit he has when he's fishing for words.

"I couldn't find a dreidel at the ninety-nine cents store." He rests his chin on his laced fingers. "So what happens on Jew Christmas?" You may not have known him long but you've already learnt that he has a terrible tendency to say exactly whatever crosses his mind, whenever it occurs to him. This lack of mental filter has led to some incredible moments of hilarity, like when after training one night, Ace, him and you were sitting in a vegetarian pizza place and he asked, "Do you think vegans spit or swallow?" You'd started laughing so hard you snorted soda out your nose; Ace turned crimson and given one of those odd barks of laughter that only things which are particularly funny get. You still don't know the answer to his question, if he's found out later; he's not shared the knowledge.

"You are so close to anti-Semitism, right now." You tell him, he looks genuinely confused.

"I'm pro-Semitism! I'm pro-all kinds of isms!" You laugh at him; he's pulling some kind of dramatic propaganda pose coupled with a mildly offended expression. "Never really had a proper Jewish friend before, though. So how does it work?" You shake your head at him, there are times you are certain no one who has only met prickly Punk would believe that he is so very ridiculous sometimes.

"How does atheist Christmas work?" You ask him instead, explaining Hanukkah isn't something you really want to have to do, it's confusing and has something to do with getting chocolate coins and candles, you think.

"Atheist Christmas?" He tucks his legs back up and looks strangely thoughtful. "I give people socks, I get new socks back. It's like a big sock exchange." You laugh at him again and he kicks at your shin in a half-assed fashion.

"So this wonderful gift is a pair of socks?" You squeeze the parcel, it feels a lot like socks now that he's mentioned. You decide then that he's getting a dreidel from you, you're sure you can find one easily enough.

"You assume it's a pair. Anyway, blah, blah, blah. Jew Christmas?" He asks, his interest clearly piqued.

"Hanukkah."

"Hanukkah, then, how's it work?" You sigh, yet another thing you've learnt about Punk is once he's decided he wants something, be it a piece of information or mastering some new hold, he's tenacious.

"I." You start and pause, you aren't really sure how to explain it to him, you aren't sure if you remember the point of it all yourself, you've never been a particularly good Jew. You don't really know much about it other than the latkes your mother makes are good, your parents on the other hand, they know lot about it. "Come to my place for dinner, you can ask my folks." You tell him, he looks mildly freaked out but is nodding at you, an odd look in his eyes that you don't know him well enough to understand. You feel rather like when you first invited your new friends from school home, excited and nervous and worried that they'll not think your toys are cool.

"I, uh, sure." He stumbles through a reply, rubbing the back of his neck, you find yourself smiling at him, your mother will be pleased, she's been pestering you for weeks now about meeting your wrestling friend Punk.

Merry Christmas! (most specifically to littleone1389)

How this will work: 12 verse of 12 Days of Christmas = 12 Chapters, each chapter being one year, I'm aiming for them to be in chronological order but there will be inevitable historical inaccuracies for which I apologise. Some years will be fluffy, some will be smutty, some will be rather pointless like today. All set in the 7 Sins Continuity, as ever it's not necessary to read any of the other stories from this Universe, it just adds a little background. :D

Tis my hope that you enjoy them and if you did please feel free to let me know by pressing that little review button. (Consider it your Christmas present to me)