I've decided to read a Christmas story every day, in honor of the season. And I'm so happy to have picked this one. It brings back what I loved so much in the early episodes: Mick's yearning for the warmth of humanity, and his competing fear of being discovered for the monster he felt he was. Christmas was such a cold and lonely time for him. (But I'm glad he wore those red pajama bottoms to mark the season.)
And now, the little girl that was has become a woman who is about to break him out of his lonely existence. There's so much possibility and hope in this story, despite the sad tone. Merry Christmas, Mick!
