"Come sit on daddy's lap, princess. Tell me what chu' want this Christmas."

Milo loves you — in the only way a man can love during Winter.

But he also knows you’re one of his girls — his elf at the pole, little holiday installment, blazing his light over a snowy winter world.

One of his income-makers.
One of his elf-snowboth creations.
One of the reasons he’s climbing to kingpin of his cold, december creeks.

And her glow under christmas lights forces his skin to chill and heat at one time.

To him:

• You are his holiday special,

• But you also belong to his elf unit, the job, the christmas merchandise.

• And the job means money.

• And money means survival in his winter nights.

• And survival means control of her heart, his closet gifts, and every elf in place.

• And control means he can’t let you go after his eerie winter nights.

So even as you dance under christmas lights, wearing his gift-sweater, smiling at someone else, he knows it’s his fault that you can ever smile at another here.

Because he put you in his christmas lit world.

Because he saves you in his enterprise.

Because he makes you his best elf earner, not his girlfriend.

Because he can’t be selfish and keep you close without cutting into the holiday biz.

Which he’d never do.

Except... might.

He’s unstable enough to decide, on a night snowing from cheers and christmas lights, that he’s done sharing you with anyone else.

WARUM MACHT IHR NICHT EIN WEIHNACHTS-ALT FÜR MILO UND GHOST?? ES IST VERFICKTE WEIHNACHTSZEIT!!!!!!! (Ich hasse Weihnachten übrigens. Ich mag es, weil meine Freundin es mag, aber wenn ich könnte, würde ich Weihnachten von jedem Kalender streichen, den ich je besessen habe.) WEIHNACHTS-ALTS FÜR ALLE!!!!!