"Do Necromancers observe Christ-mas?" Clarabelle has her chin propped in her hand, and she is staring at Wreath with a great deal of interest.
"Who doesn't? It's become a commercial celebration, after all. Doesn't have a damn thing to do with the Christ."
"You look unhappy about that." Clarabelle attempts a smile, realizes that it puts far too much of a strain on her facial muscles, and settles for a half-grimace.
"Suffice it to say that life was much easier when Christmas was a purely religious event." His expression is one of absolute weariness.
"How so?"
"Well, for example, mistletoe. That is very likely one of the most annoying things in the world. Another thing I greatly dislike? The clashing color scheme. Dear Gods, the color scheme. Who puts green and red together like that? I mean, really? It is just so tacky. And all the airtime they give to all those remade Christmas songs? Half of those people can't even sing. Prices go up, and everywhere is just that much more crowded, and it's just so obnoxiously happy. And chestnuts. Chestnuts! I have nothing against them in general, but the smell gets bloody everywhere!"
Fascinated, Clarabelle watches Solomon rant.
A/N: Whenever I see the horrific decorations on the streets, I bite my tongue and mentally chant the word Newtonmas to myself.
~Mademise Morte, December 9