Tyki hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like snowflakes as white as blank paper. He loathed it.
Every December, Tyki would feel himself getting all terrible inside. He refused to put up a Christmas card deck, he snapped at anyone pretty enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Tyki had to go to the mall to buy a happy Innocence. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing angrily around and so much Christmas music blaring shrewdly, he thought his hand would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a cute man collecting for