Thursday DE: One more sleep before Christmas

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How does your pup feel about holidays? 

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Allison Hargreeves had no opinion of Christmas growing up because it was just a thing occasionally mentioned tv (watched in the only 30 minutes of their free time a week; and thus, less than 4-8 times in Nov-Dec and only if tv was her choice for those days), or within books assigned in their classical/historical studies.

As an adult she grew to love it through experiencing it with faltering steps with Patrick's family all together celebrating it, and then through watching Claire grow up in the innocent wonder & delight of it. The last one without her daughter was horrible and empty as were the ones in the 60's that remind her of Claire, and the fact no one around her even knew Claire existed, or had been just-as-killed in an apocalypse in the future as everyone else on the planet.

Sara Lance will celebrate it with her crew when it comes up, since the Legends spend so little time celebrating things as they maintain/fix the timeline and skipping constantly through time, really not having their own linear timeline that matches up to there being a pattern time follows for them. But when push comes to shove all it reminds her of is family, and the fact they used to celebrate it together, about Laurel, her father, Oliver, how they're all dead, and even though she captains a time ship, and everyone one other member of her crew has broken the time rules at least once, she can't.

Jean Grey loves the chance to experience something simple and full of joy. Especially with her husband, and their 2 kids, her boyfriend, and his 3 'kids,' and even Scott's girlfriend and her 5 kids. Because everyone is somehow actually, factually, currently alive and not having fights about each other, living somewhere that is for the most part safely apart from worrying about human endangerment. And god if that isn't all something worth a celebration.

XVII | The Star is enamored with the fact trees have stars on top of them. And marshmallows in hot chocolate. (And, yes, of course, with all the hope the suffuses this holiday celebrated in the darkest part of the year, filling itself with quiet, growing, sparkling light between people and toward the coming back of the sun.)

Jo Harvelle doesn't really have big feelings about it. It's a day. It sometimes had really nice presents when she was young, but now she lives in hotels and it feels a little too much like putting your fingers on the window glass watching from the outside. She missed something about it that makes her ache, but she hates the idea of the normal, blind lives of the people on the other side at the same time. #ItsComplicated

(CRAU!Jo actually has some pretty great memories of Christmas' in Shatterverse, Mediets, and of SnowPocalypse. Things that were very, very different, but delightfully so, with the right kind of people, in the right kind of place, with no illusions about the dark that never really gets lighter. Ever.)

Lady Marian is absolutely charmed with the winter traditions that suffuse the bar and are different among all sorts of patrons. The different events, plays, and concerts that have come through. Gifts exchanged in person or through the Bar delivery system. The lighter, brighter feelings of cheer throughout the bar. The silly holiday wear that those people sometimes have on. It's a little like where she came form, and a lot not, but she is charmed by it, and all the people around her, all the same.