It's The Most Horrible Time Of The Year

[lovesuwithknives]

The Plaza is all kinds of festive, and Azwel wanders about the place looking confused--what's with all this greenery and baubles and lights? The music? Is this not the end of the year?

Eventually he stops, having a seat on one of the sofas. "This is a confusing place. Does this mean that there are worlds in which Christians do not form mobs, hunting down Jews and anyone else who isn't like them who might get in the way?" There's an odd kind of hope in his voice.

He watches someone jog by with a collection of shopping bags.

"Also, why are people scrambling to buy gifts?" He sits back, getting comfortable. "To be honest, I'd like to know others' opinions on this."

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[lovesuwithknives]

This earns him a chuckle. "Maybe so, but bringing people together is far nobler a thing than driving them apart."

He listens to the explanation, his smile growing a little puzzled, but remaining. "What a difference a few centuries make! It's all very inventive, I must say. What influence caused this time of year to become so festive?"

[alittlehinky]

"I honestly couldn't say," Cricket frowns in thought. "But part of what happened where I come from is people moved to my country from all over the world and brought their traditions along, and it all kinda got blended together. Like having the Christmas tree's supposed to have come from Germany, and I guess hanging up the stockings comes from somewhere in Europe, and I think the Nativity scene comes from Rome. Wanting to eat a lot of food comes from everywhere."

He scratches his head. "Guess there's probably books about it at the library."

[lovesuwithknives]

"Ahah, the Library. I've been hearing a lot about it--I'd best make my way there sometime soon, eh?" A beat. "There is a lot of cultural communication in your time, isn't there?"