Christmas was one of the very things the gang celebrated; you being a young individual of the gang with Jack, John had taken Jack out to town showing him the decorations and window shopping — Lenny had offered to take you out to town since you never heard of Christmas.

The two of you window shopping as Lenny held your small frame close providing comfort as you looked around and heard a soft elegant ring to your ears; it was a small bell from a door that hung off a thread of string with a woman with a feathered red hag that flopped with each step walking into with a gentleman by her side.

“You like what you see?” Lenny slightly leaned his head down holding the reins between his thumb as you saw some rebellious children running about and laughing as one held a stick and a stubby dog ran behind them barking playfully.

You’ve never been in such a scenario; this wasn’t your first time in Saint-Denis but decorated in green and sorts of red shades, it was definitely not the Saint-Denis you knew of.

“We outta get you a horse.” Lenny chuckled as her horse trotted on about; unsure where the two of you were going he seemed to be looking around as well with you.