Uh oh! Santa's reindeer have crashed into a mountain range in a tragic texting-and-sleighing accident, and some of his gifts have been scattered across the landscape! (Don't worry, the reindeer are okay.) While he's here, Santa figures he should make some deliveries, at least once he finds the gifts...

Not really funny or anything but this was a pretty neat conversation
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A flurry of arrows raced down the mountainside to meet General Audrey... but none seemed to make it anywhere near their marks. Weasel notched another arrow, drew back her bowstring, and loosed once more, but a gust of wind blew a drift of snow into her face and she couldn't even tell where the arrow...

It's a little early in the month but hey.

Me? I'm gonna try and love the ♥♥♥♥ outta life, whatever comes my/the world's way.

Maybe to find another long book series to lose myself in for the next few months.

Or motivation to write.

Christmas is nice because it's probably the only annual family get-together where conversation doesn't eventually devolve into arguments about politics, lul.

Snowranjui Oranjui

DORAMEDIT: Way to be contrary, OJ. Good job. Done.

Name: Weasel Gender: Female In truth, it had been meant as a cruel mockery of her meagre appearance by her foster siblings several winters ago, and yet she had grown fond of the nickname, and even adopted it as her own. Somehow, "Weasel" had a nicer ring to it than her birth name... and it...

Hamilton OST