by Tari Gwaemir
Christmas with the Joestars.
Christmas at the Joestar estate was ever an elaborate affair: the entire mansion decorated in ribbons and wreathes and candles, with the scent of gingerbread and cinnamon permeating the air.
"Where shall we place the Christmas tree?" asked Jonathan, as he and Dio carried in the ten-foot tall fir on their shoulders.
"There by the window, if you please, Master Jonathan."
As they set down the tree, Dio reached out and plucked an odd spray of leaves clinging to the branches. "Careful, Joestar, this could have stabbed you in the eye."
"Oh, what is it?"
"Mistletoe." Dio gave him an enigmatic smile, as he twirled the plant in his fingers.