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a wink.
I loved my cousin. A little bit of humor right now was a good thing.
They too crossed over to the charred twig and laid their gifts beneath it.
Hayden and Dixie showed up in a cloud of sparkling mist followed by Lucy and Elijah. Of course, Lucy and Elijah arrived separately much to Elijah’s dismay. All four of the newest arrivals were True Immortals like myself, Samuel, Satan and Mother Nature.
Dixie’s eyes were wide as she hurried over to make sure I wasn’t going to lose my shit.
“My beautiful cousin, you have exceeded my expectations with your… preparations for us,” she said with a grin as she grasped my hands. “You okay?”
“Nope, but I’m still standing.”
With a loving hug, Dixie moved away and placed her presents under the pathetic excuse of a tree.
As the room filled with more and more people, my need to cry increased.
Samuel ran from group to group and received kisses and hugs.
This was a fucking tragedy. I was embarrassed and heartbroken.
Then a small man standing in the entryway made me smile through my tears. He was roughly the size of an Oompa Loompa and could make the sun shine of even the dreariest of days.
My Grandpa was dangerously squeezable Sprite and the cutest man alive.
The Sins literally quivered with the need to trap him in an embrace. He had sported many broken bones over the centuries from too much loving. Being a True Immortal and able to heal in an instant, he tolerated our need to clasp him to our bosoms in a vise-like hold.
He raised a warning hand at the Sins and they stayed put with great difficulty.
His wise eyes were on me and moved across the room with lively little steps.
“My darling,” Grandpa said kindly as he put his arms out for a hug.
I fell into him and was careful not to squash one of my favorite people in the world.
“It’s just fucking awful,” I whispered as he lovingly stroked my hair. “It was supposed to be perfect.”
“Perfect is boring. Flaws are what make life interesting,” he insisted as he took my face in his hands and placed a kiss on my nose.
“Um… well then I nailed flawed in a big way,” I told him.
“We shall see.”
On that cryptic note, he floated across the room to his other half, Mother Nature. She squealed with delight as he copped a feel of her outstanding bottom. She showered him with hugs and kisses as the Sins looked on with envy.
“Is everyone here?” I asked as I began to count guests.
“Not quite, Krumecaca,” came a jolly voice from behind me.
I rolled my eyes and giggled.
The Kev had arrived and I was sure he had my BFF Gemma with him. They were Fairies and Gemma was the long lost Fairy Queen. They had a Hell of an adventure in front of them, but for now they were here supporting me.
Turning around to greet my friends I froze and slapped my hand over my mouth. The Kev never used his real face and body, it was far too beautiful to look upon. Nope, he chose visages that either amused or pleased him—and today he’d gone all out.
“Santa?” Samuel whispered in awe as his small body shook with excitement.
Yep. The Kev had chosen Santa—and he was totally Santa in every way. He wore the red suit, had the belly, and the beard was one hundred percent real. I had to literally use my hand to close my mouth.
Blobbityflonk stood next to Samuel trembling in anticipation even more than my child was.
“Gampyflubygahvie?” the baboon gasped.
“Yes. In the flesh,” The Kev bellowed as he chuckled. His big belly jiggled like a bowl full of jelly.
Gemma, dressed in an elf costume, stood by with a sweet smile on her stunning face. She winked at me and put her hand on The Kev’s shoulder as he was dive-bombed by my child and our new family pet.
The squeals of delight made me forget about the disaster that surrounded us. My son’s pure joy at Santa’s
I loved my cousin. A little bit of humor right now was a good thing.
They too crossed over to the charred twig and laid their gifts beneath it.
Hayden and Dixie showed up in a cloud of sparkling mist followed by Lucy and Elijah. Of course, Lucy and Elijah arrived separately much to Elijah’s dismay. All four of the newest arrivals were True Immortals like myself, Samuel, Satan and Mother Nature.
Dixie’s eyes were wide as she hurried over to make sure I wasn’t going to lose my shit.
“My beautiful cousin, you have exceeded my expectations with your… preparations for us,” she said with a grin as she grasped my hands. “You okay?”
“Nope, but I’m still standing.”
With a loving hug, Dixie moved away and placed her presents under the pathetic excuse of a tree.
As the room filled with more and more people, my need to cry increased.
Samuel ran from group to group and received kisses and hugs.
This was a fucking tragedy. I was embarrassed and heartbroken.
Then a small man standing in the entryway made me smile through my tears. He was roughly the size of an Oompa Loompa and could make the sun shine of even the dreariest of days.
My Grandpa was dangerously squeezable Sprite and the cutest man alive.
The Sins literally quivered with the need to trap him in an embrace. He had sported many broken bones over the centuries from too much loving. Being a True Immortal and able to heal in an instant, he tolerated our need to clasp him to our bosoms in a vise-like hold.
He raised a warning hand at the Sins and they stayed put with great difficulty.
His wise eyes were on me and moved across the room with lively little steps.
“My darling,” Grandpa said kindly as he put his arms out for a hug.
I fell into him and was careful not to squash one of my favorite people in the world.
“It’s just fucking awful,” I whispered as he lovingly stroked my hair. “It was supposed to be perfect.”
“Perfect is boring. Flaws are what make life interesting,” he insisted as he took my face in his hands and placed a kiss on my nose.
“Um… well then I nailed flawed in a big way,” I told him.
“We shall see.”
On that cryptic note, he floated across the room to his other half, Mother Nature. She squealed with delight as he copped a feel of her outstanding bottom. She showered him with hugs and kisses as the Sins looked on with envy.
“Is everyone here?” I asked as I began to count guests.
“Not quite, Krumecaca,” came a jolly voice from behind me.
I rolled my eyes and giggled.
The Kev had arrived and I was sure he had my BFF Gemma with him. They were Fairies and Gemma was the long lost Fairy Queen. They had a Hell of an adventure in front of them, but for now they were here supporting me.
Turning around to greet my friends I froze and slapped my hand over my mouth. The Kev never used his real face and body, it was far too beautiful to look upon. Nope, he chose visages that either amused or pleased him—and today he’d gone all out.
“Santa?” Samuel whispered in awe as his small body shook with excitement.
Yep. The Kev had chosen Santa—and he was totally Santa in every way. He wore the red suit, had the belly, and the beard was one hundred percent real. I had to literally use my hand to close my mouth.
Blobbityflonk stood next to Samuel trembling in anticipation even more than my child was.
“Gampyflubygahvie?” the baboon gasped.
“Yes. In the flesh,” The Kev bellowed as he chuckled. His big belly jiggled like a bowl full of jelly.
Gemma, dressed in an elf costume, stood by with a sweet smile on her stunning face. She winked at me and put her hand on The Kev’s shoulder as he was dive-bombed by my child and our new family pet.
The squeals of delight made me forget about the disaster that surrounded us. My son’s pure joy at Santa’s
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