InsaneJournal

If you're expecting me to buy you a present, you're going to be disappointed. Never been good at picking shit out for other people, and I ain't going to start trying. Unless you want laundry detergent or air fresheners in your stockings. Before anybody starts accusing me of having a crappy holiday attitude, don't bother because I don't care.

Of course, where I'm from the Christmases isn't as festive as they are here. Dumbledore tried, reckoned it would boost morale, and it was easy enough to cut down a tree and decorate it with ornaments that were already in storage. But rationing made it so Hogwarts feasts weren't nowhere as opulent as before, and with each passing year it got tighter. If you got a present, it was usually food or something home made. The school had become a refugee camp, so it was hard to get into the spirit when you'd been driven out of your home and / or the faces of your loved ones were gnawed off by zombies. Times like that is when you really appreciate what you have, along with those people around you. Too bad there ain't a way to send stuff to those that are still there.