A SELECTION from this fanfiction follows this author's note. If you wish to read the FULL fanfiction, you can find it at the author's Archive of Our Own account, linked on her profile.

I have made the decision to cut off my fanfiction from this site due to ideological differences with site management. I believe that fan-works should be free, which means not only free monetarily, but also free of restrictions such as this site's ban on chat-fics (virtually ruining the Homestuck fandom), second-person point of view stores (it's...a POV...really), and, of course, adult materials, among other things.

I understand that this may upset some readers, but I ask that you respect my decision about how to manage my creative works. They still exist, un-altered, on another site.

I highly recommend you give AO3 a try. Joining the Archive of Own is a simple process, though it may take a few days to go through the waiting list. However, AO3 was created by fans, is FUNDED by fans (meaning it is advertisement-free), and does not restrict anything unless for valid copyright issues. It also has a robust tagging and search system, as well as a series manager, which will reduce the confusion regarding many of my works. If you are an author and would like an invitation, please message me through PM to see if I have any available.

Thank you for all your support as I entered into the world of fan-works. If you're interested in more of my fan-works, including audio productions, cosplay, and videos, please check my Tumblr, also linked on my profile.

Fan-girling with you all,

Kit

"Okay, so, the tree is done—"

"I imagine Mother has saved a few ornaments for you to put on."

"Crap. Crap. How do I arr—"

"Just put them wherever looks nice, Holly. There's no rhyme or reason to tree decorating.

"Oh...okay...then how do I roast chestnuts over the yule log?"

"One, you would roast them in the fire, despite the song. Two, all chestnuts at the Manor will come pre-roasted, courtesy of Butler. Three, I don't believe there has been an actual wood fire in Fowl Manor in half a decade. We use gas, now."

"Oh." Holly tapped her fingers on her knees. Then snapped her head to look at Artemis, who—ignoring the elf entirely—kept looking out the windshield at the road. "In what order do we light the candles?"

Artemis frowned, brows drawn as he squinted out the windshield through the rain. "Candles?"

"On the...big...candlestick thingie," Holly said. Then, grinning, went on. "I know I'm not supposed to blow them out! Butler told me he did that in front of Gaspard last year." She smiled at the foolishness of her old friend, who was regularly made more foolish by his connection to Holly's new, tentative friend, Minerva.

"That's the Paradizo's tradition," Artemis said, condescending. "The 'candlestick thingie' is a menorah. It's Jewish."

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This story, in its entirety, can be found at Kitsune Heart's AO3 account, linked in her profile.