A Sheltered View

I gotta say, I really, really wasn't much in the mood for another intense scrutiny of my psyche and motives. I had already been picked apart and dissected by Amanda's parents last night, and I just have this funny feeling that putting myself in the claws of an extremely protective vampire little sister would probably be an even harsher experience. 

"Christmas," Amelia said, spewing out the word like it was poison on her lips. "An inane custom of your plane as I hear it. The birth of your God, and you choose to commemorate it with glaring lights and lavishing trees? As I understand, it appears you people here too differ vastly on your beliefs compared to us Kronocians. Seems proof of the existence of your world's Divines is dubious at most. So I ask, what purpose is there in maintaining this meaningless custom?"