[kicking down his door] What do you want for Christmas.
I don’t celebrate Christmas.
Oh come now, stop being a drama queen. You are not my mother so there is nothing for you to show off. Coreful, or I will freeze you where you are.
How is it that you always know exactly what I am doing. Are you sure you are blind. [snorts shaking her head] I am most definitely not your mother. But you are practically my little brother and therefore I must make your life a living hell. Congrats. Merry uncelebrated Christmas.












