“Yes!” Sora bounced on his heels and took Angeal by the hand. “He’s Santa!” Sora, of course, had been sure to talk to all the glittering holiday-goers about this fantastic festive display of joy, merriment, and cheer! So, by now, he’s pretty sure he knows all the ends and out of what the dressed up people are meant to portray.

“And look! He’s a gingerbread man, and this one over there… yah! He’s … oops, she’s an elf! … Oh, wait… no, she’s just an elf..” Like a regular elf, not a Christmas elf. Anyway, moving on. “Come, come look at the tree!” He pulls on Angeal, though his weight wouldn’t pull the other unless Angeal would allow it.