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He first heard the Christmas pickle story in university. Matt had (with some alien help) smuggled a Christmas tree into the dorm room, and Seth from down the hall hid a pickle in its branches and told a long story about the German tradition of hiding a pickle in the Christmas tree.
Brem listened, eyebrows drawn together, thinking how he’d never heard of such a tradition.
And he stated it definitively after Christmas break.
“There is no pickle tradition in Germany,” he told Matt.
“Did you actually go to nineteenth-century German to verify that?” Matt asked, knowingly.
“Maybe,” Brem admitted.