Lana watched as he hung the children's stockings before ushering them off to bed, allowing them to play their secret annual roles of Santa and Mrs. Claus.

[ooc: If you're wondering who he is, I left that as a mystery on purpose. ;-) ]

Sometimes she wished Santa were real, so that maybe the holidays would be a little less crazy.

Demons really need to stop setting fire to my decorations.

The most frustrating part of Christmas for Lana was sorting out the cards based on greetings of "Merry Christmas!" and "Happy holidays!" and sending them to the right people to avoid offending anyone.

I'm all out.

Lana smiled down at her little boy before hanging his homemade snowflake ornament on the tree.

The lights she especially looked forward to each year were the orbs of her whitelighter.

[ooc: Dedicated to poor_imitation and his mun.]

She was surprised at how he embraced her favorite holiday so readily, but it wasn't as if she could complain.

Lana quickly learned that an open fire isn't such a holiday treat when your child is apparently a pyromaniac.

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Maybe it wasn't the traditional Christmas cuisine by most standards, but Lana had no problems with chow mein and Peking duck.

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