Christmas came every year - and every year Gendo Ikari hated it. Even when Yui was alive, he'd hated this stupid holiday. It was nothing more than an excuse to spend money and get drunk. Who needed that? In an age when God was dead, why celebrate Christmas? "Pointless rubbish."
Fuytuksi looked up from his side of the mah jong board. "Looking for a new reason to avoid seeing Shinji tomorrow?"
Gendo narrowed his eyes at the old man. "I don't need to think of a new reason, he should be well satisfied with the simple truth: I don't want to see him."