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What the fuck?
Early, before dawn, I heard Mike and Tom yammering about snow and the fucking house and whatever -- yeah, it's December, it happens every fuckin' year -- but it was too damn early to get up and have a look, so I waved them off tiredly, burying my head under the pillows and stealing another blissful hour of sleep before the girls woke up...
Then all hell broke loose.
The fireplace is nice, the warm blankets and the extra cozy furniture, but even from the inside it's a little too Holly Hobbie for me. The girls, on the other hand, fucking love it, and while I'm trying to wrestle them into the snow suits we stashed away last year, Mack darts out the front door in her fuzzy jammies, squealing the whole way and tumbling out into the snow.
"Jesus Christ, Mack. GET YOUR ASS BACK IN HERE!" I bellow, running after her, Flo waiting calmly in the doorway while I chase her sister around in circles. With each step she mutters, "Bad word, bad word," looking back at me with a toothy grin. She's just started that, recently, and I know I'm gonna be in big fuckin' trouble.
"I know that. I'm sorry, kiddo, but it's cold," I say, finally catching up with her, scooping her up and carrying her back into the house.
Fifteen minutes later we're out in our snow gear, all red-cheeked and grinning, and as I'm pulling a fuzzy hat down over Flo's ears, the two of them freeze, staring at something coming through the trees with round, saucer eyes.
"Neil, what?" Mack says, pointing, and I blink a couple times to make sure I'm seeing it right. Yep. "Looks like a train, to me."
They're both quiet, staring for a long moment while it sits steaming in the distance, then Mack draws in a deep breath and shrieks, "TRAAAAAIN!!!" at the top of her lungs, taking off at surprising speed toward it.
"All right, then," I sigh, chuckling under my breath as I lift Flo up into my arms, catching Mack's hand before she can get too far ahead and leading her over to it.
Yep, it's real, alright, and after a quick inspection, I deem it safe enough to climb on, so that's how I end up on a giant toy train with two bouncing toddlers in my lap. It doesn't take long 'til I realize we're headed toward the restaurant, which is good, I wanted to check on the place, but we ride and ride -- fuck, this thing's slow -- and I don't see it.
Christ... wouldn't that fuckin' suck if it just disappeared, I'm thinking, right when Flo squeals, pointing out into the distance, and says, "Look, Neil!"
I squint through the snowy trees and there sits a giant gingerbread house replica, gumdrops as big as my head and candy canes six feet high... right where The Winchester is supposed to be.
"Oh, fuck," I breathe, staring with my mouth hanging open as the train rolls to a stop. Mack and Flo have already both squirmed out of their seats and onto the snow, toddling toward the candy house, and the whole way I can hear Mack mumbling to herself, "Bad word, bad word..."
[[OOC: The Winchester isn't actually made of gingerbread, it's just decorated to look that way. The candy is all fake, too. Find them anywhere along the way in their little journey. Feel free to laugh at him, this might be the best chance you ever get. XD ST/LT obviously welcome. Open to new and old alike.]]
Early, before dawn, I heard Mike and Tom yammering about snow and the fucking house and whatever -- yeah, it's December, it happens every fuckin' year -- but it was too damn early to get up and have a look, so I waved them off tiredly, burying my head under the pillows and stealing another blissful hour of sleep before the girls woke up...
Then all hell broke loose.
The fireplace is nice, the warm blankets and the extra cozy furniture, but even from the inside it's a little too Holly Hobbie for me. The girls, on the other hand, fucking love it, and while I'm trying to wrestle them into the snow suits we stashed away last year, Mack darts out the front door in her fuzzy jammies, squealing the whole way and tumbling out into the snow.
"Jesus Christ, Mack. GET YOUR ASS BACK IN HERE!" I bellow, running after her, Flo waiting calmly in the doorway while I chase her sister around in circles. With each step she mutters, "Bad word, bad word," looking back at me with a toothy grin. She's just started that, recently, and I know I'm gonna be in big fuckin' trouble.
"I know that. I'm sorry, kiddo, but it's cold," I say, finally catching up with her, scooping her up and carrying her back into the house.
Fifteen minutes later we're out in our snow gear, all red-cheeked and grinning, and as I'm pulling a fuzzy hat down over Flo's ears, the two of them freeze, staring at something coming through the trees with round, saucer eyes.
"Neil, what?" Mack says, pointing, and I blink a couple times to make sure I'm seeing it right. Yep. "Looks like a train, to me."
They're both quiet, staring for a long moment while it sits steaming in the distance, then Mack draws in a deep breath and shrieks, "TRAAAAAIN!!!" at the top of her lungs, taking off at surprising speed toward it.
"All right, then," I sigh, chuckling under my breath as I lift Flo up into my arms, catching Mack's hand before she can get too far ahead and leading her over to it.
Yep, it's real, alright, and after a quick inspection, I deem it safe enough to climb on, so that's how I end up on a giant toy train with two bouncing toddlers in my lap. It doesn't take long 'til I realize we're headed toward the restaurant, which is good, I wanted to check on the place, but we ride and ride -- fuck, this thing's slow -- and I don't see it.
Christ... wouldn't that fuckin' suck if it just disappeared, I'm thinking, right when Flo squeals, pointing out into the distance, and says, "Look, Neil!"
I squint through the snowy trees and there sits a giant gingerbread house replica, gumdrops as big as my head and candy canes six feet high... right where The Winchester is supposed to be.
"Oh, fuck," I breathe, staring with my mouth hanging open as the train rolls to a stop. Mack and Flo have already both squirmed out of their seats and onto the snow, toddling toward the candy house, and the whole way I can hear Mack mumbling to herself, "Bad word, bad word..."
[[OOC: The Winchester isn't actually made of gingerbread, it's just decorated to look that way. The candy is all fake, too. Find them anywhere along the way in their little journey. Feel free to laugh at him, this might be the best chance you ever get. XD ST/LT obviously welcome. Open to new and old alike.]]