Title: All Through the Closet.
Rating: G.
Fandom: InCryptid.
Synopsis: What was Christmas like for Alice, in Buckley?
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"'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house..."
"Closet," said Alice firmly.
Fran stopped reading to frown at her daughter, who was nestled snugly in her bed like the people in the poem. "What's that, pumpkin?"
"All through the closet."
"People don't live in closets, Ally."
"Bogeymen do," said Alice, with the serene logic of the six-year-old mind.
Fran-who had never been much for logic of any sort-sighed. "All right, then, all through the closet. Better?" Alice nodded. Fran resumed reading: "'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the closet, not a creature was stirring, not even a..." She stopped. "Now what in tarnation rhymes with 'closet'?"
"Fricken!" said Alice, and started giggling.
Fran eyed her. "Alice Enid Healy, are you messin' with your momma?"
Alice giggled harder.
"Now you know that's not nice." Fran put down the book and lunged, beginning to viciously tickle Alice. Alice obligingly shrieked and tried to squirm away. "Don't mess with your momma!"
Finally, when they were both laughing so hard that tears were streaming down their cheeks, Fran stopped tickling. Alice sat up, still giggling a little, and said, "House. All through the house."
"That's better. Now: Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse, largely because the mice were all up in the attic conducting some crazy ceremony ain't nobody sane ever going to understand..."
Outside the window, snow fell, and Alice snuggled down into her pillows, listening raptly to every word her mother said. And if no poet ever wrote most of them, well. There's room for a little personal touch on every Christmas Eve.
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