12-12-2018, 04:07 PM
―――― Atticus, he supposed, was religious in some manner. He held beliefs about gods and goddesses, notions about life and death, understandings of the world around him based on the preconceptions of how he had been raised and what discoveries he had made himself, yet he did not necessarily celebrate Christmas. Perhaps he had gotten more into the habit of doing so, after wandering between one group and another of people over the years, but he was more... A 'Yule season' sort of man than "Christmas" itself. Regardless, seeing as how the majority of the Ascendants seemed to be involved with the Christmas season, he indulged in trying to decorate and being involved for the sake of the others to make it fun for them. In the same train of thought, he had read more than one of his fair share of books about the Christmas season over the years to try and better understand it. As far as Holidays went, it was actually a fairly community-based and enjoyable holiday. You gave gifts and presents to those you held dearest to you, had a good meal, and spent time with those you cared about. All in all, it was good.
Stepping forward at Orpheus' call, there was a moment of pause as he considered what reason he had to write a letter to anyone, other than keeping pretenses up for Keyne or some of the other children. Perhaps a little bit disgruntled, he stepped forward to take one of the envelopes and the letters, as well as a pencil, finding a place to sit and begin writing some letter to... Someone. At Clarence's questions, which perked up his ears slightly, he had to fight the amused smirk that wanted to cross his face. "Yes, Father Christmas, otherwise known as Santa. It's a tradition that children, or some adults, it seems, writes a letter to Santa to tell him what they would like for Christmas and the Holidays, so that Santa knows what they want for Christmas," Kit hoped that the mention of 'children writing letters to Santa' would be enough for Clarence to maybe not dismiss the magic of the Holidays, at least not with any young ears around, but the tradition in it of itself was simple. Though, Kit often forgot that Clarence was... different, and seemingly had a completely different perception of the world. Regardless, Kit hoped he could at least enjoy the odd traditions of the Holidays.
Stepping forward at Orpheus' call, there was a moment of pause as he considered what reason he had to write a letter to anyone, other than keeping pretenses up for Keyne or some of the other children. Perhaps a little bit disgruntled, he stepped forward to take one of the envelopes and the letters, as well as a pencil, finding a place to sit and begin writing some letter to... Someone. At Clarence's questions, which perked up his ears slightly, he had to fight the amused smirk that wanted to cross his face. "Yes, Father Christmas, otherwise known as Santa. It's a tradition that children, or some adults, it seems, writes a letter to Santa to tell him what they would like for Christmas and the Holidays, so that Santa knows what they want for Christmas," Kit hoped that the mention of 'children writing letters to Santa' would be enough for Clarence to maybe not dismiss the magic of the Holidays, at least not with any young ears around, but the tradition in it of itself was simple. Though, Kit often forgot that Clarence was... different, and seemingly had a completely different perception of the world. Regardless, Kit hoped he could at least enjoy the odd traditions of the Holidays.