Issac had never celebrated holidays before. Not like this. His mother's family had never much liked him- not knowing who his father was and hearing into their minds whenever they were near. Many saw a dark future for him. He had been with the Cirque for eight years and many celebrated Yule and the various other holidays. Issac just did not really understand it.
Tinsel in his mess of dark locks, Issac held up baubles hanging from each of his fingers. "Hey! If you lean a little to the left it is perfectly straight." He responded to her thought in her head.
Green eyes wide, he looked at her when she asked him a question. "Uh... There's a choice? Do people do that? Why would you just put one colour on it?"