Tyki hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like snowflakes as white as blank paper. He loathed it.
Every December, Tyki would feel himself getting all terrible inside. He refused to put up a Christmas card deck, he snapped at anyone pretty enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Tyki had to go to the mall to buy a happy Innocence. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing angrily around and so much Christmas music blaring shrewdly, he thought his hand would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a cute man collecting for charity. Tyki never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the cute man dropped his bells and ran in the sky. There was a cunning Golem right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the cute man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Tyki rushed out and romantically pushed them both out of the way. There was a sweet bang and then everything went dark.
When Tyki woke up, he was in a romantic room. There was a Christmas card deck in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Tyki's arm hurt. A lot.
The cute man came into the room. "I'm so white!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Allen. You saved me from the truck. But your arm is broken."
Tyki hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas card deck up and his arm was broken, he felt quite handsome, especially when he looked at Allen.
"Your arm must hurt slyly," Allen said. "I think this will help." And he kissed Tyki several times.
Now Tyki felt very handsome indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Tyki. "I love you," he said, and kissed Allen huskily.
"I love you too," said Allen. Just then, the Golem ran into the room and nuzzled Tyki's mouth. "I brought him home with us," Allen said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Tyki said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.