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[private to the Admiral]
Same as last year, I'm assuming you're "Santa."
I don't know what kind of powers you've got or how far you're willing to go to make the people here happy. Last year you gave some of us pets and I think you put some kind of happy spell on us. You wouldn't let us see our loved ones. This year I'm going to ask for the opposite for Christmas: a week where you don't interfere at all. No magic, no nothing from you. The week after Christmas, maybe, or the first one in the New Year.
Vidal: A culinary set, and a couple books on the culinary arts.
Sexby: A brand new flintlock. The best there is.
Angelica: The same. And a sword of her own.
Rube: A leather-bound daily planner.
Libby: A nice picture frame, one of those fold-out ones that can fit three or four pictures, to put whatever she wants in, and a digital camera. And a few dog toys for Reyes.
Dean: A treadmill, and a six-pack of his favorite beer.
Ethan: A bamboo shark. They're only about 3 feet long and fairly harmless, unless you're a little fish. Oh, and an aquarium for it and all the proper cleaning and feeding supplies.
West: The Art of War by Sun Tzu. ...Don't tell him it's from me.
And for everyone on security (that's Sexby, Prentiss, Integra, Max, Sam Tyler, Sam Winchester, Shego, Kahlan, Angelica, Reid, Howie, Annie, Merlin, Tosh, and anybody that Kahlan and Angelica have recruited), I'd like to send a gift basket with some good wine, maybe cheese, chocolate, cookies, things like that. Fancy soaps or something for the women and maybe some cologne for the guys. And since we're security, an ornamental dagger, maybe Celtic or medieval, something that looks good up on a wall. Obviously, Shego and Sam would need permission from their wardens.
For me, I'd just like to know how Connor's doing.
Same as last year, I'm assuming you're "Santa."
I don't know what kind of powers you've got or how far you're willing to go to make the people here happy. Last year you gave some of us pets and I think you put some kind of happy spell on us. You wouldn't let us see our loved ones. This year I'm going to ask for the opposite for Christmas: a week where you don't interfere at all. No magic, no nothing from you. The week after Christmas, maybe, or the first one in the New Year.
Vidal: A culinary set, and a couple books on the culinary arts.
Sexby: A brand new flintlock. The best there is.
Angelica: The same. And a sword of her own.
Rube: A leather-bound daily planner.
Libby: A nice picture frame, one of those fold-out ones that can fit three or four pictures, to put whatever she wants in, and a digital camera. And a few dog toys for Reyes.
Dean: A treadmill, and a six-pack of his favorite beer.
Ethan: A bamboo shark. They're only about 3 feet long and fairly harmless, unless you're a little fish. Oh, and an aquarium for it and all the proper cleaning and feeding supplies.
West: The Art of War by Sun Tzu. ...Don't tell him it's from me.
And for everyone on security (that's Sexby, Prentiss, Integra, Max, Sam Tyler, Sam Winchester, Shego, Kahlan, Angelica, Reid, Howie, Annie, Merlin, Tosh, and anybody that Kahlan and Angelica have recruited), I'd like to send a gift basket with some good wine, maybe cheese, chocolate, cookies, things like that. Fancy soaps or something for the women and maybe some cologne for the guys. And since we're security, an ornamental dagger, maybe Celtic or medieval, something that looks good up on a wall. Obviously, Shego and Sam would need permission from their wardens.
For me, I'd just like to know how Connor's doing.