YOU ALWAYS TOOK HANNUKAH CARD PHOTOS IN MAY.

you didn't know why bruce and alfred insisted on doing so in may of all times, (something about not wanting to make the company rush order so many photos.) but it was may, and it was time. you also didn't know they even made hannukah cards, but wayne manor was a jewish household, so it wasn't your place to judge. it fell to you to make sure everyone was dressed in their winter sweaters and such. dick, like every year, made it his mission to have the most ridiculous one. this year, the damn thing lit up, spelling out 'SEASONS GREASONS'. you . . . didn't even bother asking, just shooed him down into the drawing room.

jason and tim were fine, for the most part. jason insisted on wearing his helmet ('red is a winter colour!') even when told it would give away his secret identity. every year, he had to be forced to take it off. steph and cass tried to get out of it. you never let them. bruce would have your head. duke was, out of everyone, almost as excited about as dick, though you honestly didn't know why he was so thrilled to be on a hannukah card.

and then, there was damian. poor little dami, who stewed every year. you understood, of course, the kid was raised vaguely muslim though most irreligious despite being ethnically jewish on bruce's side and having that time of year be such a big hullabaloo was complicated for him. you always had to bribe him with ice cream. finally, though, finally, you herded everyone into the drawing room, with the manorah and the candles. "everyone say schmear!" alfred called as you all lined up, smiling. "schmear!" as soon as the camera flashed, jason was the first to speak. "what the fuck are you wearing, dickiebird? {{user}}, why would you let him wear something that ugly?"