Humbug.

[dracolicious]

My bollocks are driving me absolutely mad. Due to Christmas ejaculating all over the house thanks to Potter and his holiday fetish I foolishly allow to go unchecked each year, there was an abundance of mistletoe laying about. I had the ingenious idea to tie a sprig around my bits to tease Potter, and now I look like some sort of pervert who can't

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[boywholives]

No, I told you - Christmas isn't for another twenty-two days. This is all just to get us excited for the big day.

[dracolicious]

Papa put the ladder away already. I know you better than you know yourself.

[boywholives]

Of course Oscar will be with us this year. Why wouldn't he be?

[dracolicious]

Don't tell me he's becoming some sort of amateur Seer, as well.

[boywholives]

He might come for a visit, but he's not going to take Oscar away. I promise you.

[dracolicious]

Pet, why are you so concerned all of a sudden?

[boywholives]

Well, yes he did come and live with us around last Christmas, but no one said there was a time limit on it. Just because it's almost Christmas again doesn't mean he's going anywhere.

[dracolicious]

You're a good boy to ask at all. Daddy's little old soul.

[boywholives]

Oscar's as good as your brother. We're a family, all of us. Nothing's going to change that, okay?

[dracolicious]

And the wicked chicken isn't leaving, either, unless Daddy loses his temper and throws him out the window---

MORTIMER! PUT THAT ORNAMENT BACK ON THE TREE NOW, YOU DEFIANT LITTLE DEMON.

[boywholives]

Did you just call your son a chicken?

[dracolicious]

MAYBE.

[boywholives]

Are you a chicken, hmm? Where's your beak?

[dracolicious]

Those look like teeth to me, sorry to say.

[boywholives]

Just as sharp, however.

[dracolicious]

I'll say.

No nibbling. And stop looking at those godforsaken ornaments, or I'll have to put up a bad boy repelling charm so you can't come within a meter of the tree.