"I'm not sure if I fully understand this celebration," Adem said while holding a box. Leslie reached in and grabbed another ornament to hang over the doorway.
"What's not to understand about Christmas?" she asked, balancing herself on a step ladder. "It's the best holiday of the year. You spend time with those close to you and let you know how much they mean to you. Isn't that right?" She crinkled her nose up at the couch facing the big screen TV.
"Don't forget the decorations, carols, TV specials, and presents," Phil added as he continued to watch the Disco Steve Annual Christmas Party Special. "What's not to like?"
Different thought for a moment. "So, it's a celebration of capitalism and commercialism." Finally, something he could relate to.
"No!" Leslie protested.
"Actually, that's about it right on the head," the telekinetic reaffirmed.
"No, it's not, Phil Smith!" Leslie continued in protest. "It's about friends and loved ones. We give presents, but we give presents that shows how we feel about each other. Or presents that we think someone needs." (Which explains why underwear has become an accepted gift for the Holidays.)
Adem continued his contemplation as Leslie emptied the box of its last decoration. "That finished that," she said climbing down the ladder. "The rec. room is ready for the Christmas cheer. And look who's standing under the mistletoe."
Leslie was in fact standing under the mistletoe that she had just hung over the doorway. "You'd better get over here, Mr. Smith, before some other handsome man stands by me and receives his kiss."
"I'm the luckiest man alive," a voice suddenly appeared. Leslie looked beside her to see Michael "the Luchadore" Fortenberry standing next to her with his patented thumb's grin and gesture.
"Part of me wants to be jealous," Phil said, holding back his laughter. "But the majority of me finds this extraordinairly humorous."
Leslie shrugged. In an act of Christmas joy and good will, she gave the masked man a slight peck on his masked cheek. That mattered not to the man a thousand kindergarten crushes but one brain cell. His lips let forth a *Tee hee!* before his body gave up to the unrelenting force of the *THUD*.
"Just when I thought I had all this Christmas stuff worked out," Adem mused to himself.
