A/N: And on with the shating, it's Tan turn to reveal the team his favorite and least favorite memory.

Tan's worst and best

My turn now? Okay, let's do this.

My family doesn't really celebrate Christmas. My parents grew up in China, non-Catholic, so you see why they never felt the spirit of the Holiday too much. But in this country, you can't just ignore a holiday this big, right?

Anyway, the worst memory of this time of the year is from the first Christmas after my father died. I know I told you we don't celebrate Christmas as a sacred fest, but the feels are everywhere around the city. It's hard not to be reminded how you should spend this holiday time with your family and loved ones. But I had just lost a loved one.

I was still a teenager, going for seventeen; my older brother, Jacob, was in med school and was home only for Christmas time. I have to admit that it wasn't all that love and joy that he found when he came to visit. Alright, though we didn't see exactly eye to eye back then, I reckon now that the coldness wasn't all his fault.

On top of that, my mom had always been quite strict as a parent. Actually, if you would have asked me when I was a teen, I would have told you she was a perfect ice-queen. I guess it was just a shield. Something she put up in part to protect us and in part because no one had taught her how to put it down. I know that now, but to the eyes of a confused kid that had just lost his father, she was really tough at times.

So that year, I hated being at home with them. Okay, wow… It feels really mean to say it out loud, but I was young, and that Christmas had been hands down the most miserable of all.

On a positive note, I have to say that my relationship with my mom had drastically improved in the last couple years, also thanks to Bonnie. By the way, she is one of the biggest fans of Christmas I've ever met in my life.

Wipe that smirk off your faces; it's not that I'm planning to marry her on Christmas Day or anything. My mom probably wouldn't care if it were the case. Bonnie's parents, on the other hand, would be on cloud nine. They love this holiday even more than Bonnie does. But, no. I can't do it. For us it would mean sharing the lights with someone that's not one half of the couple.

Speaking of lights, if you ever visit the Longsdale's home for Christmas, be sure to bring sunglasses. Bonnie took me to their place once, and it was just like the whole neighborhood had been spit out from a Christmas village. There were sleights, fake reindeer, snowmen, and treads of lights just everywhere you look. They were enough to make an entire movie special effects department jealous—believe me, I worked in the Hollywood division for years.

"Neighborhood decoration contest," Boonie had explained to me. "They do it for every major holiday."

I swear I felt the chills, thinking about how spooky that block had looked a while back for Halloween.

Bonnie had warned me her dad was very determined to win that year, but I was not prepared for what I saw when we arrived.

There was fake snow on their lawn, Santa Claus on the rooftop, and the porch—I saw it later that night—gleeded in the dark like the guiding star itself. And Bonnie's parents, oh, man, they wore coordinated Christmas jumpers, smiling like I've never seen anyone smiling.

It was creepy, and I mean it, but Bonnie looked even brighter than her parents' house. Her face was priceless. And guys, you should have tasted the dinner. Nothing like what I have ever tried in my whole life; even better than Xiomara's Guatemalan food. Sorry, Luca.

It took me a while to feel comfortable with the Longsdales and with that overdose of Christmas spirit, but they treated me like a son from the beginning—Bonnie's dad even made me do chores, and her mom never got tired of explaining dumb me all the Christmas tradition they had.

Back then, I had not yet proposed, but at that moment, I was surer than ever I wanted to spend my whole life with Bonnie. That's why that's my favorite Christmas memory yet, and I can't wait to create new traditions with my fiancèe now. Hopefully, something a little less bright and showy. And maybe involving more watching sports on TV rather than decorating gingerbread houses...

Honestly guys, whatever makes her happy will do for me.