SANTA IS COMING TO CAMP

[crosshisheart]

[This lovely afternoon, in the Mess Hall there is a bearded man dressed in red. He looks a hell of a lot like Santa and he seems to have candy. Kind of. The glasses might be overdoing it, but that aside he looks pretty believable. Especially if you're young.

So. What do YOU want for Christmas?]

((YOU ARE ENCOURAGED TO DEAGE FOR THIS POST. Come

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[fomicrymeariver]

[your lap is mine]

World peace. ☆ And a pony.

[crosshisheart]

...

Aren't you old for a pony?

[fomicrymeariver]

[grabbing the candy bowl and balancing it on his knee, picking through it]

Why, you're never too old for a pony. Or perhaps, it's because I'm old that I need a pony. I'll ride it through the streets when I've finally become incapacitated. How else will I hand out indulgences?

Besides, I've been so good this year, Santa.

[crosshisheart]

[BUT WHY]

Jade there are actual children lining up.

[fomicrymeariver]

Oopsies. My leg seems to have cramped up; I can't get up. I'll just have to sit right here.

[crosshisheart]

Is that so? Let me help!

[stands, picking him up]

[fomicrymeariver]

[this is the most disturbing baby-talk voice ever]

Who's the best pony? You are! Yes you are! ♥

[has somehow produced hay; commences forcefeeding]

[crosshisheart]

[kjhgfe]

JADE!