Thursday, December 25th 1952
Deck the halls with boughs of holly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
[It often seems redundant to state that Giselle's in a good mood, but there you go. On this occasion, she seems to be carrying several items of folded fabric in her arms, and is wearing something that approximates a Santa hat. Considering that she made it herself, it isn't perfect, but there you go.
Yes. Giselle blew most of her week's money on fabric. But she's had a lot of fun with it.]
'Tis the season to be jolly.
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
[It's early evening, or what passes for it around here seeing as the days are so short.]
Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la, fa la la, la la la.
[There are several stops on her way round the building. Apartments Five and Nine will be getting knocks on the door. The others are likely to get more of the home-made Santa hats hung on the doorknob, or pushed under the curtain in the case of Apartment Four. Giselle's good with making fabric go a long way.]
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol.
Fa la la la la, la la la la!
[And then off in a Schwarzbelheim-wards direction. Maes certainly isn't getting away freely either.]
((EDIT: because Giselle demands badly-photoshopped Santa hats.
SECOND EDIT:
Giselle's present: Her tiara
Artanis's present: The Ring of Barahir
Because otherwise I will totally forget to say.))
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
[It often seems redundant to state that Giselle's in a good mood, but there you go. On this occasion, she seems to be carrying several items of folded fabric in her arms, and is wearing something that approximates a Santa hat. Considering that she made it herself, it isn't perfect, but there you go.
Yes. Giselle blew most of her week's money on fabric. But she's had a lot of fun with it.]
'Tis the season to be jolly.
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
[It's early evening, or what passes for it around here seeing as the days are so short.]
Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la, fa la la, la la la.
[There are several stops on her way round the building. Apartments Five and Nine will be getting knocks on the door. The others are likely to get more of the home-made Santa hats hung on the doorknob, or pushed under the curtain in the case of Apartment Four. Giselle's good with making fabric go a long way.]
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol.
Fa la la la la, la la la la!
[And then off in a Schwarzbelheim-wards direction. Maes certainly isn't getting away freely either.]
((EDIT: because Giselle demands badly-photoshopped Santa hats.
SECOND EDIT:
Giselle's present: Her tiara
Artanis's present: The Ring of Barahir
Because otherwise I will totally forget to say.))