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Kane and Adrienne celebrate Christmas their way.

"Who came up with this whole 'ugly Christmas sweater' tradition? I mean, I remember getting ugly sweaters without needing to go through five shops to find one." Kane said. His sweater was a mix of white, green and red; abstract designs that surrounded a strangely cartooned Rudolph that featured a small LED that blinked red on and off.

"Hallmark," Adrienne answered without missing a beat, tying off and snipping the yarn as she finished her own sweater. "Or maybe Canada Post. They have the monopoly on the holidays up in your country, don't they? And ugly Christmas sweaters definitely seem like a Canadian invention." She set about weaving in the ends of the sweater that matched Kane's.

"We made ours out of beaver pelts and moose leather. Manly, aggressive Christmaswear. It's Canadian tradition to native leg wrestle Santa for your gifts." He flopped down on the other side of the couch from her. "What amazes me is that you decided to knit yours. When did you fit that into your schedule." He'd seen her knit a little bit around the suite, mostly to relax. But the most ornate thing he'd seen was a collar for Rooney. Which the cat hated.

Adrienne grinned at him. "Board meetings," she answered. "It was a nice change from all the scarves, hats and mittens, but I don't think I'll be undertaking a second one. Far too much work for too little reward. I mean, I probably spent three hundred dollars and twice the number of hours making something that I could have bought for thirty bucks. Eighty if I bought it at a craft sale instead of it being made by some six year old in Bangladesh," she grumbled. "So, do I want to ask what native leg wrestling is?"

"You lie on your back, side by side, with your heads facing opposite directions. You link your legs at the knees and the person who is able to force the other to flip over by pushing his leg down wins." Kane explained,using his fingers to try and show the motion. "It's kind of like arm wrestling for people who don't use meth or marry cousins."

"Sounds sexy," Adrienne quipped, still grinning. "We should try that later. But for now, where is that stupid cat, and has he managed to get his bow tie off yet? I'm sure Santa won't wait forever."

"I haven't seen Rooney in-" It was cut off as the cat jumped up on to the couch right behind Kane's head. With his knit bow tie. "Apparently, he delivers."

"Excellent. You grab the cat, I will get his carrier. Hopefully it will take minimal scarring for us to get him loaded in and head on out for pictures with Santa for our super ironic family Christmas card." Adrienne didn't remember whose idea it had been, just that it was supposed to be a joke. But she was getting verrry into it.

"Yeah, remember how that was originally a joke?" Kane said as he tried to pick up the cat. Unfortunately, Rooney anticipated it and let himself go entirely slack, forcing Garrison to juggle him between his hands picking him up.

"It is a joke!" Adrienne protested quickly. "It's incredibly ironic, because we hate Christmas, Christmas traditions, family, all things cheesy, and of course the cat. We hate all of those things, which is what makes this a really great joke!"

"I don't hate Christmas." Kane protested. "It just bums me out that Vikks is working overseas right now and Dad's tied up so we can't get together. I like decorating trees and goofy songs." He held up the cat, going nose to nose with it. "I mean, I have you guys which is really important. Just- I don't know. I've spent so much of the last two fucking years trying to pretend that things are alright that I don't even know when I'm being sarcastic about things or trying not to care so I don't break down."

It took a couple moments before Adrienne had recovered enough from what he'd said to reply. His response had very perfectly summed up how she was feeling this holiday season as well (though with Emma being substituted for Vikks and Christian.) "Yeah, well... you'd better get over it," she responded, though she was speaking more to herself than to him. "We can't go back to the way things were two years ago. Time to suck it up, Princess. Like you said, we need to focus on what we do have. Like matching sweaters and a mall Santa who is deranged enough to lend himself to taking pet Christmas photos."

"You slipped the mall Santa money, didn't you?" Garrison started to get Rooney into his case, which was turning into a difficult activity.

"I didn't even have to!" Adrienne exclaimed. "Santa photos with pets is apparently an entire industry for those of us who choose to forego actual children for what the younger generation would term a 'fur baby.'" She took a step back as the cat fought being put into the case, flailing around like it had no bones. "Maybe having a real baby would be less trouble?" she suggested with a smirk, wanting to see what his response would be.

"Wait, we're not having this talk are we? Are we?" Kane's eyes widened. "I mean, we don't- with your business and- I've never driven a minivan before and what if the Little League team hates me?"

Adrienne cackled delightfully. "Oh man, the look on your face! That's priceless! That's my Christmas present right there!" She nearly fell over the couch laughing. "Please, if I ever seriously suggest actually having a baby, make sure I'm prescribed some extremely powerful anti-psychotics, will you?"

"That was not funny!" Without saying that, yeah, it was pretty funny. "Once we get this picture with the cat, you owe me lady! I mean, like serious time in just the Donaldson jersey owe me!"

Still chuckling to herself, Adrienne tipped the cat carrier up so Garrison could drop the cat into it instead of trying to stuff him in. "Worth it!"