11th Book || Santa Baby, Just Slip a Sable Under the Tree For Me [open]
[Up on Santa's throne in a red Santa suit and a beard is none other than Aziraphale. So far, it hasn't been too bad of a day, though Aziraphale's patience is wearing thin after hours of children sitting on his knee.
And then there's the little girl on his lap right now. She'd been rattling off her Christmas list for the last five minutes without letting the angel get a word in edgewise.]
An' I wanna pony an' a hover disk an' a play kitchen an' a bunny an' a teddy bear an' a monkey an' a snake an' a puppy an' a dolly an' a...
Oh, dear... I'm terribly sorry, but I must ask that you hop off my knee so I can hear what the other children would like for Christmas.
((ooc: Come one, come all to come sit on Santa's lap. I don't care how old you are, you are invited to make Aziraphale's day. Also, pink is the little girl.))
And then there's the little girl on his lap right now. She'd been rattling off her Christmas list for the last five minutes without letting the angel get a word in edgewise.]
An' I wanna pony an' a hover disk an' a play kitchen an' a bunny an' a teddy bear an' a monkey an' a snake an' a puppy an' a dolly an' a...
Oh, dear... I'm terribly sorry, but I must ask that you hop off my knee so I can hear what the other children would like for Christmas.
((ooc: Come one, come all to come sit on Santa's lap. I don't care how old you are, you are invited to make Aziraphale's day. Also, pink is the little girl.))