25 Dec 2020
All Gideon Nav wants (to eat) for Christmas is the Reverend Daughter.
“If the whole point of Christmas is to celebrate the strangely conceived and only child of God.”
Harrow groaned, having already followed Gideon’s line of thought to its sacrilegious and not entirely incorrect conclusion. Her cavalier’s yellow eyes were the brightest thing in the soft light of their small kitchen as she continued, “then Christmas is actually a celebration of me! I’m reclaiming Christmas as Gideonmas starting now.”