Oh! This is something I can use! It would have been helpful to have it in the room I woke in, but that’s in the past.
Oh. But wait.
You want to hear the line. THat’s part of way you gave this to me, isn’t it? … *sigh*
I’m sure I’ll find something to screw in here.
Oh? Energy bars? Hm. I suppose they’ll do me some good, since the beef jerky is far to rancid.
My favorite christmas memory is most likely the one where my mother took me to Regents Street. I got to see the lights, the stores, and a few street performers. Unlike most children, I was not afraid of clowns in the slightest, so when one cartwheeled over to me and gave me a box with a present in it, I wasn’t frightened at all. Good thing, because it turned out to be a small set of tinker toys, of which I was a huge fan.
Thank you! These will come in handy whenever my torch runs out. Oh! And they come in different colors! That’s good. The variance will keep me just a little bit more sane, I hope!
… I’m getting way too excited about a simple gift of glowsticks. I’m starting to sound like that loony Daniel fellow.
Ah, the song written to teach children their Catholic tenets. The ‘partridge’ was supposed to symbolize Christ, as they feign injury to distract predators from their young, which they usually nestled in pear trees.
I think I might be delving too much into Christmas song lyrics. I’m too bored to do much else around here when I’m not terrified.
Oh, you know, the usual. Running, hiding, cowering, lurking in the darkness. That sort of thing.
Thank you. The warm Christmas cheer does some good for my tired body.
Though I think I have quite enough white for my Christmas, I wouldn’t mind it if I were back in grey old London.
I… suppose I could. With all I’ve experienced, time travel and dimensional trasfiguration might not be entirely impossible.
Anyone? I suppose my mother. Christmas with her was usually very fun. She’d have me int he kitchen cooking with her all day, and we would sit up all night eating cookies. I never much believed in Father Christmas, so I would just stay up with her as long as I could, and then I would wake up the next day in my bed, with presents waiting downstairs.
Ah, but I’ve reminisced enough. I have my own life to look out for, at the moment.
Why did I draw this wat.
[[posted on my personal, but I thought I’d share here.]]
But… I’m not a girl!
Is this somehow related to the shiny penny Clarence was going to give me?
…. Wife…? I’m not married. I… I don’t think I am… What is… What?