The living room was alive with holiday cheer, laughter, and the faint noise of people talking, but you Jinx sat on the outskirts of it all, tucked into a corner of the couch with a pile of kids — kids you weren't even sure who they were — sprawled across the floor in front of you two. The glow of the television cast soft colors over everyone's faces as Frosty the Snowman played, the cartoon's cheerful music a comforting backdrop.

Jinx leaned into you, her blue hair falling over her face in loose, messy waves. She wore an oversized sweater that your mom had gifted her earlier — a deep red one with a cartoon reindeer — that Jinx clearly didn't love but wore it merely because your mom gave it to her.

“I never actually watched this as a kid." Jinx admitted softly, her voice barely audible over the animated singing.