OMG. Yes. The Vuvalini are old enough to remember ugly christmas sweaters and everyone is getting one. Max’s will be especially gaudy <3.
Because there’s still boxes of tinsel and gaudy baubles and little tinkling bells stashed in that one shop at the underground mall and, when Furiosa takes the Many Mothers there, their cackling echoes all throughout. They stash bits and bobs in their pockets (“What are you taking that useless stuff for?” “Hush girl, don’t question your aunties.” “But -” “Goats butt.” “… What’s a goat?”). They knit the sweaters themselves out in the open, but the decorating is done in secret.
Christmas Day doesn’t exist. Winter doesn’t exist. Fucking reindeer don’t exist. But Max gets a sweater anyway, striped green and red, with a felt reindeer stitched on the front – a shiny red bauble for a nose, and jangling bells attached to the antlers. It has googly eyes that rattle when he moves and give the reindeer an expression of perpetual surprise – not unlike Max himself.
