Beverly shuddered. It wasn't that she had something against Christmas the girl. The mention of the holiday...that did stuff to her because of...reasons. It was a holiday she wished was wiped off the calendar.

Turning her gaze down at the parchment, she frowned at it for allowing herself to dwell on her thoughts. Masking her emotions, though, she wrote down what Christmas told her. She sort of felt like a therapist. How she disliked them so.

Looking up, she said, "That's good. Any other feelings? If not, thank you for helping me."