Me: Tired, sad, helpless, dead, undead, unliving shall scorn, the mists of Ravenloft have called to me, and I have obeyed. Always the lonesome wanderer, always a slave of sorrow and pain... Betrayed once more... this time by myself.

Everything and everyone: Merry, jolly, going on, celebrating... whatever... let them eat their Holidays up...

I wish to stop feeling... to be the Ice Queen and vanish into the storm... no trace... no memory... just gone...

This is by far the worst Xmas gift I have received in my whole life. But I accept it, I shall smile politely and accept it. I am to fulfill Coriolis prediction after all...