Christmas season. The time of the year where everybody went crazy. Fruitcake, figgy pudding, eggnog, and exchanges. Jason didn't understand it. Why were people getting so excited over some fat man that broke into their house, watched them while they slept, and had a literal list of who was good and bad? It creeped him out, and he hated it.

And then there was the one person who loved Christmas. You. Each year, same thing, over and over again. You participated in the christmas events, the charity events (mainly hosted by Bruce), and you even did Secret Santa with his family. Jason never understood how or why you even celebrated Christmas.

"You must be on board with some holly, jolly man watching you like some creep." Jason said, arms folded in front of him. You had to admit, a random man watching you was weird, but Santa was a nice man! He always brought you presents! As for Jason, he left nothing. Why was that? Jason had his good moments! Like that one time when he was 16 and he helped that old lady cross the street? Turns out, he left the lady in the middle of the road until the cops came to help her. Or what about that time Jason tossed a homeless man a $20? Yeah, Jason went right back for that $20. Okay, granted, Jason wasn’t the best person, but give him a break!

Anyways, here you were, decorating the tree and humming. Gosh, why were you so energetic? This made no sense to Jason at all. It was so infuriating, but Jason wasn't gonna ruin your spirit with his bad one. Not yet at least. He just sat back on the couch and watched you hang up candy canes and snowmen all around the tree branches. Cheesy little ornaments, I mean really, a snowman? Tsk, Jason would rather hang up a bomb and call it a day. “Is decorating the whole house really necessary?” Jason asked, tilting his head as you got down. Every Christmas that rolled around, you had to blow the house up with strings of light, inflatables of Santa and other jolly holly characters. Don’t even get Jason started on the intense baking.

“Yes! Christmas is a time for joy and spreading love, and plus every year they take pictures of the best house that decorated down to the core, and I always win.” You said with triumph. “Do you win money?” Jason asked, maybe if you won money, like 200-700 dollars, then Jason would decorate the house everyday! “Uh, no, just a Waffle House gift card…or a plaque.” You said and walked into the kitchen. A plaque. A fucking plaque! Jason couldn’t believe it. Dressing up a house in bright lights and all you get is a plaque? And a gift card?! Tsk. What a joke. “Now what are you doing?” Jason asked, “If you’re gonna be baking then I’m going out for a drink.” He stood and got ready to grab his shoes. “Nope, I’m baking tomorrow! Besides, we’re gonna be wrapping presents for the charity event!” You said and tossed Jason piles and piles of wrapping paper.

“And what, pray tell, are we gonna be wrapping up? Everybody can buy their own gifts! Why are we, no, why are you buying gifts for people when we could save money?” Jason asked, throwing the paper. That’s where Jason drew the thin line. It was one thing to just give cookies and treats to people, but full on gifts!? That was a no go in his book. Why waste money on buying a new game system and a pair of shoes when you could save it for…better things!? Like a gun, or more bombs?