"I mean, sure, but like. There's emojis," he shrugs as he checks Kyle's phone.

"UGH. I better not be personalized! I'm gonna get a fucking Krampus or something knowing my luck," he gripes. "ok ok! I'm going, I'm going! Cross your fingers and hope Santa didn't look in the Nordstorm." Throwing up his hands he marches off to meet his fate.

The whole place as tacky as Christmas always is. He's never appreciated that particular combination of green and red. Still, he's almost glad to see a big fat man in a red suit rather than the big turd who greet Kyle. At least until he remembers how creepy Santa is too. He smiles reluctantly and takes his seat.

"OK. Look. I know I'm not perfect..." he starts.