They said their "goodbyes" after helping the child with her snow man, and Shyo and Hotaru started to walk home. Shyo thought himself "How... will everyone react to me going to school tomorrow? I don't even understand how Victoria was there to help me..." The snow fell on his nose, it was soft snow.. and it was sorta... "cute" if you stare hard enough you can see the little pattern on it. Once Shyo got home he opened his door and quickly closed it. He cuffed his hands and put it against his mouth and puffed air into it to make it warm for at least 4 seconds. "This is the year of Christmas... and im not feeling anything "Jolly" this season...like always" Shyo laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. "What am I going to do this year? ... I want it to be different... maybe.. I should ... give out gifts... ill think about it." He laughed "How would Vic feel if I gave her socks for Christmas? I'm going to give her socks... for sure!" He closed his eyes and fell into darkness.
The next day Shyo woke up at 5:00am and made himself something to eat. He thought about himself, when he was a child and didn't understand the meaning "Happiness" and "warm welcomes" He didn't understand why his parents kept saying Santa was going to give him great presents, but all he got was pain and people pinching his cheeks. He thought Christmas was annoying, he felt like he didn't need Christmas. He stopped thinking about himself... But other people needed it... "even though I don't feel it's necessary for me to get gifts and enjoy the holiday, other people wanted to." ... "I'm such a selfish Santa this year."