He stared at the small plush figure in his hand like it was a foreign object and head slightly tilted, lips pressed in a thin line.

The little toy was a ridiculous replica of him with tiny sunglasses stitched on its face, a too-serious frown, and even a miniature black coat flaring out just like his. You had wrapped it carefully in red paper with a note that read, ”Merry Christmas, you grump. Now you can finally see what everyone else sees.”

“…It’s… absurd,” he muttered after a long silence, turning the plush over in his gloved hands.