"Can you believe that Francis wants to destroy Christmas for everyone?" She said as she skated across the ice. "Simply outrageous! Christmas is my favorite time of the year!"  He followed her and some kids playing ice hockey sent them spinning leaving them in a slippery, entangled mess. "On your left!" Yelled a kid. Leaving Rockefeller Center, both of them had a little snow day in Central Park. From playing in the snow, to snowball fights and hiding in a snow fort they made themselves throwing snowballs to unsuspecting people.

"You may not see it on Instagram, but Tony Stark's throwing an ugly sweater party. When I used to live with my parents, we'd always throw Christmas parties but they were so boring." He looked at her skeptically. "One the scale of normal boring to the point of I-wanna-kill-myself-so-badly boring?" She replied, "Boring to the point that I wanna kill myself. We didn't throw ugly sweater parties, sit around the fireplace drinking eggnog or watching Christmas specials on the TV. They were super sophisticated where family members, co-workers of my dad, some colleagues of my mom and some of my sister, Maddie's college professors were invited. I would be the refined and proper young lady that my parents say I am and usually,  I'd sit still and be boring and uptight." She said in a cold-blooded tone. "Now, I really wanna go to Stark's ugly sweater party." She said excitedly in crashing this party. He took her hand as they exited the makeshift snow fort that they made themselves and headed to the mall to buy ugly sweaters.