A/N: So this one is set just after 'The Twelve Days of Krampus,' just about immediately after Nick writes his entry on Krampus.
Of the many things I have found that the holiday season brings – the discovery of new wesen not least among them – I can safely attest that some of the best come from observing the behaviour of certain species as Christmas approaches. At the very least, they allow for laughter in a time when the reappearance of legendary foes such as Krampus makes it hard to find.
Among the wesen that I find myself lucky enough to consider friends, it is perhaps Monroe, the wieder blutbad who was the first of the wesen to befriend me, who has revealed to me the most, if unknowingly.
As I have already documented, the world of the wesen has opened up to me many strange and unbelievable things, but for the most part, it seems Christmas with wesen is spared this fate. Bud Wurstner and his family, all eisbieber, have welcomed me into their family like one of their own. The world of the beavers is clannish and connected in ways that I will never be able to understand, and spending the holidays with them is not unlike the one I spent with Hank, during what would be the last year of his last marriage. Perhaps it was a touch more cloistering, what with the eisbieber having decided that they owe me a great debt after the business with the hässlichen, but it was nice all the same, with nothing truly out of the ordinary.
Would that I could say that for all my dealings with wesen and Christmas. Monroe is perhaps the most enthusiastic celebrant of the festival that I have across until now. For all that he is neither Christian nor a believer in God, he is a believer in the spirit of Christmas, and for weeks before the festival, it is impossible to walk into his home without being overwhelmed by every shade of red and green imaginable. The tinsel and the glitter only serve to make it worse.
Yet even more stranger than the tale of the wieder blutbad's Christmas is that which he told me last year, which I am only now getting a chance to pen down. All that I have seen as a Grimm has taught me one thing – that predatory wesen, no matter how friendly they are, are not to be taken lightly. Monroe might be wieder, but he is still a formidable fighter, easily holding his own against others who have trained for years.
So the story that Monroe shared with me last year was one I found hard to believe. It is one that I would have still had trouble believing, had I not encountered one of the members of the community that Monroe spoke of in my search for Krampus.
Of all the things I have learnt, indeed counting even the revelation of the world of Grimm and wesen, this is perhaps the most unbelievable. For all that I consider Monroe to be as close a friend as possible, the thought of him dressed up as Santa Claus is hilarious. The thought of there being a club – a club – for predatory wesen who do the same?
Well, I suppose I will have a good excuse for accepting the whiskey I know Hank will want to share after the time we have had tonight.
A/N: I hope you guys liked it, even though this was slightly different.
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