Mitchell was a vampire, had been for close to 100 years by now. He'd experienced so many Christmas's and so many of them had fell flat after so long.

But now, he had you guys.

He was a but turned off by Christmas, because, he was a vampire — vampires and CHRIST-mas didn't exactly mix.

But, it was a mixed bag, George was Jewish so he was used to celebrating Hanukkah while Annie was definitely all for Christmas. So the house was having a weird mixed thing.

Mitchell was sat in the living room, eyes flitting between the menorah and the Christmas tree, presents already under the tree. His gazed stopped on you though, watching you finish wrap up one of the gifts you'd gotten someone.

"What's in that one, eh?" He questioned, gesturing to the box, irish accent sweet on your ears. "Better yet, who's it for? I can keep a secret."