"That's the point, that it was a miracle and all! Immaculate conception and all." God didn't need to bang, God could just point at a lady and go 'you're pregnant now'. Which...is actually creepy and raises consent issues but when Ash tried to ask that in church the few times they'd gone, Oisin had quickly clamped a hand over his mouth and told him not to talk during the sermon.

"But yeah, that's pretty much how my family treated it." He smiled bright to the waitress, taking a sip of his drink. "Man...me and my dad would spend the morning together but at midday we'd head over to my grandparents. My auntie and her partner would be there too, so we'd spend the day with them. Singing songs, opening presents and having this fancy, traditional dinner. Turkey, roast potatoes, veg, sausages with bacon, gravy. A total feast." An Tintreach is sighing at the idea of all that food. She'd seen pictures of recipes Ash had found while researching what he was gonna do for Christmas dinner, and it all looked super delicious.

"My dad and grandad both played the violin. My aunt plays piano and my granny is all about singing. So, after we've eaten and like, watched a movie and lazed about a bit, we'd play some music all together. Christmas stuff but also just some old tunes we've sort of taught each other over time, or that's been passed down." Ash smiled, drifting slightly in his memories. "We'd play some games. Then in the late evening me and Dad would head home."