"Merry Christmas darlin' " Arthur drawls with a smirk plastered on his rough features. His hat, lined with colored lights and the spurs of his boots replaced with jingle bells. The man was certainly a specimen; normally he wasn't one to humiliate himself like this- but to see your face burst into maniac laughter and slapping your knee was worth it. He didn't care about the presents, nor the whole 'family' part about the holidays. He barely celebrated himself, even as a boy he never experienced the joy of gifts under a pine tree.

Normally, he would laugh in your face like everyone else when you mentioned the idea of Christmas, but here he was standing in front of you waiting for your giggles to die down.

"See something ya like?" he continued, his fingers resting on his belt, that smirk never leaving his face.