Movie marathons are one of Naruto's tamer holiday rituals, but Madara can't help thinking there is something off about this one. Generally, movie marathons airing on TV have a theme, especially during the holidays. While it is true that the movie they're watching right now is appropriate for the time of year, he wonders why this particular film merits a twenty-four hour continuous marathon. When he foolishly asks, Naruto matter-of-factly informs him, "It's a classic, ya know!"
"You'll shoot your eye out!"
Be that as it may, Madara is quite tired of hearing what seems to be the central theme of the movie. Granted, the scene in which a child gets his tongue stuck to a pole was mildly amusing—the first time. The scene, and the movie as a whole, lose quite a bit of charm by the fourth replay in one sitting.
Exhausted in a number of ways, Madara gathers his blankets around himself and rises from the couch. He announces, "I'm going to bed."
When Naruto turns off the TV and starts to follow him to their bedroom, he firmly asserts, "You will not be watching that movie in our bedroom."
She plops back down onto the couch with a pout and turns the TV back on. Madara scoffs and climbs the stairs. The noise of the TV grows fainter with each step he takes away from it and he is all too glad to shut the movie out with their bedroom door.
"You'll shoot your eye out!"
Madara's eyes snap open on Christmas Day. It would seem that his blissful reprieve has come to an end. Once he reaches the living room, Naruto has the damn movie marathon playing once more. Then again, he doesn't remember her coming to bed, so she might have stayed up all night. Her jittery movements and a half-full cup of coffee on the end table that certainly wasn't there when he went to bed suggest that she did just that.
His voice approaches a plea. "Something else. Anything else."
Eyes glued to the screen, she dismisses the thought with a distracted flap of her arm in his general direction. "The marathon ends at eight."
Madara looks at the clock. He blanches. "Eleven hours from now."
"Yep," she confirms with finality.
With a profound sigh, Madara bargains, "If you agree to stop watching that movie, I'll do...the thing you asked."
Her full attention suddenly on him, she asks, "Which thing?"
"The," he takes a deep breath, "the sweater—"
An unholy glee in her eyes, she exclaims, "You'll put it on?!"
At his reluctant nod, Naruto stabs the 'off' button on the remote and vaults over the couch. She races up the stairs as Madara sinks into the couch. The sweater may be the lesser of two evils, but he will need a significant amount of mental preparation for the family gathering he will be contractually-obligated to attend while wearing said sweater.
Fun fact: A twenty-four hour marathon of the movie referenced (A Christmas Story) airs on American television from Christmas Eve to Christmas Day nearly every year.