Christmas is the time to come together.
The time to bury hatchets, and to rejoice in love and understanding.
It's an opportunity to spend time with your family and loved ones.
Christmas is the most peaceful of all seasons. And no matter what happened before, all will be forgiven.
"The movie industry lied to us," Brienne mumbled aghast as if this fact was news to her.
Standing next to Jaime, she watched the events unfolding in her dinner room in stunned horror.
On different ends of the table, Selwyn and Tywin were in the middle of a shouting match over whose child was not fit to be the spouse of the other's heir while the heaps of food between them still smoked from being set on fire by Tyrion's latest girlfriend, who apparently was a pyromaniac. Since she had been kindly asked to leave, Tyrion was in the corner, drunkenly trying to cajole Sansa with loud declarations of love under the mistletoe. But said girl's mother was hell-bent on preventing that by threatening the dwarf with a pointy tree ornament. In the meantime the escaped Sansa was in a staring duel to the death with Cersei, who tried with her left hand to keep her daughter Myrcella from sexting her absentee boyfriend (news they all had learned because of his latest call that accidentally went on loudspeaker when Jaime was about to carve the turkey…and almost took his hand off in the process). With her right hand she was tugging on Tommen's ankle to get the kid out from under the table, where he was feeding the kittens he had smuggled in. And since Joffrey wasn't accustomed to not being the center of attention, he was needling Sansa, who stoically ignored him, with veiled comments about her love life. But that earned him Arya's ire, which manifested in the girl discreetly pocketing the abandoned carving knife to stab him with it at the earliest opportunity.
"Last-minute tickets to Essos are pretty cheap on Christmas Eve," Jaime told his wife without taking his eyes off the mayhem.
They grabbed their keys, wallets and phones from the sideboard in the hall as they fled their own home.
The moment they stepped into their car, the couple could hear a loud scream of "You little bitch!", followed by an even greater tumult.
Seemed like Arya saw her chance and took it.
Merry bloody Christmas.