Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry for disappearing like that, I've been busy with Half-yearlies, and then I got myself grounded. Thanks again to my amazing reviewers, Elaina, ItzCuzOfTheFame, and...ah, you guys know who you are.

Gabrielle: Did I? I haven't watched that movie since I was...8. I actually based that scene on the one between Violet and the third Quagmire triplet in one of the books.

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"I," she announces, staring at the floor, littered with decorations, "Hate this."

"Now, now." he chides, coming up behind her. "Hate is a strong word. Severely dislike, now that-"

"Look at all this." she waves her hands around, effectively cutting him off. "Those corporate machines are out to get us with commercialization! Advertising industries feed off this!"

He raises a brow. "Oookay." Apparently she does go to class, on the rare occasion.

"Where is the spirit?"

"Never took you for a sentiment."

"Someone needs to be. With all this plastic crap hanging around. Hell, even the tree's fake."

"Ah, so we're on the environmentalist rant now, are we?"

"This," she picks up a streamer from the floor, "And that," points at the wreath hanging above the fireplace, "And," her eyes go skyward. "That." her throat catches. "Yeah. That."

He follows her eyes up. A clump of mistletoe hangs above them. Christmas and corporate machines don't really have anything to with it after all.

He forgets that she hates things related to any form of romance. Because whatever it is, whether a box of chocolates on Valentine's Day, or flowers on her birthday, she doesn't get to experience them anymore.

Then again...

He steps forward, taking her wrists. Presses his lips to hers.

"Merry Christmas, Leah."

She's a little too stunned to reply.

So he smirks, just a little, and strolls away.

Always good to spread a little holiday cheer.

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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all of you!