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[mojomolly]

Dear Santa,

You might have a hard time with this one. But there's only one thing I want, and feel free to truss it up under the tree. What I really, really want this year is H-ell no. Oh hell no I am so not going there

Comments

[tangodelamuerte]

The lady is asking for hell? And then requesting to be untouched by curses, methinks that Christmas is new to her.

[mojomolly]

Hottie!

Yes, very new to Christmas. Maybe you could. . . tell me about it?

[tangodelamuerte]

So I shall! This is a sacred mass marked by the birth of the son of God. In celebration do men give gifts in reminder of heaven's generosity.

Father Christmas is a mythical being that out of goodwill spreads these holiday tidings.

[mojomolly]

Then it's awfully bad of the City to use Father Christmas' name and meaning in this curse? You know, embarrassing people with things they might not ordinarily say.

[tangodelamuerte]

The brash foolishness of the City's enchantment is liken to a puck to poke, prod and make a ruckus. Given the grave injuries caused prior, methinks to allow a soft blow such as this should be more forgiven. Father Christmas, the good elder that he is, will be unmarred.

[mojomolly]

You have a really nice way of speaking. Just for you I'll let this curse slide, then.

[tangodelamuerte]

Thanks be to thee, good lady. I speak as I speak. And for thy niceties, may the day be more cheering.

You Sho Do Talk Perdy

[mojomolly]

You too, heh.

Iz cuz ev'rbudy spek liek me in mai canon

[tangodelamuerte]

Since he may be listening, ask Saint Nicholas for a gift you wish for.

[mojomolly]

The only thing I want is rapid recovery for my dad. If he could do that, we'd be aces.

[tangodelamuerte]

I too wish for the health of thy ailing father

[mojomolly]

Heh, thanks. That's really nice of you.