Ficlet: Christmas Cards.
David had fought for the task of sending out the Christmas cards. Lilah had advocated her assistant doing the task, which had resulted in a long-winded and Davidesque lecture regarding the deep and terrible immortality of allowing someone else to complete a mission that should be personal and heartfelt.
He got his way in the end. He often got his way when Lilah needed him to just shut the fuck up. She had agreed to marry him under very similiar circumstances.
The list was quite long. It gave him a headache. And so it became one of those jobs that one always intends to do tomorrow.
Occasionally Lilah would ask if he had done the cards yet.
"Don't hassle me, Lilah!" Was his standard response. But you have to imagine it said with intense and righteous indignation to really appreciate how it sounded. As it got closer to Christmas an expletive or two may have found their way into the sentence.
Then, inexplicably, it was Christmas eve.
He wasn't quite sure how it had managed to be Christmas eve. Surely it was November?
It took quite a few conversations with Alan to convince him otherwise.
David considered leaving for Tivoli. He still had Clay's passport.
Instead he rang Lilah's assistant.
"Don't tell Lilah but I forgot to send out the Christmas cards."
The assistant understood his fear. After all, she worked with Lilah, she saw as much of her as David did. She understood his fear was not irrational. She organised a courier. Each card to be delivered by courier with a Christmas Hamper of festive joy.
And so each person was sent a hamper of Christmas joy and a card that said as follows:
Dear [the correct name was inserted here, except for Wesley which was misspelt as Weasley - ooooops],
Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and all the best for the coming year.
Warm Wishes,
David, Lilah and Alannah Morgan
He got his way in the end. He often got his way when Lilah needed him to just shut the fuck up. She had agreed to marry him under very similiar circumstances.
The list was quite long. It gave him a headache. And so it became one of those jobs that one always intends to do tomorrow.
Occasionally Lilah would ask if he had done the cards yet.
"Don't hassle me, Lilah!" Was his standard response. But you have to imagine it said with intense and righteous indignation to really appreciate how it sounded. As it got closer to Christmas an expletive or two may have found their way into the sentence.
Then, inexplicably, it was Christmas eve.
He wasn't quite sure how it had managed to be Christmas eve. Surely it was November?
It took quite a few conversations with Alan to convince him otherwise.
David considered leaving for Tivoli. He still had Clay's passport.
Instead he rang Lilah's assistant.
"Don't tell Lilah but I forgot to send out the Christmas cards."
The assistant understood his fear. After all, she worked with Lilah, she saw as much of her as David did. She understood his fear was not irrational. She organised a courier. Each card to be delivered by courier with a Christmas Hamper of festive joy.
And so each person was sent a hamper of Christmas joy and a card that said as follows:
Dear [the correct name was inserted here, except for Wesley which was misspelt as Weasley - ooooops],
Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and all the best for the coming year.
Warm Wishes,
David, Lilah and Alannah Morgan