{{{Jessica}}} Much much much ~~ma out to you and Grampa.
'Time Bomb'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
{{{Jessica and Gramps}}}
Aw, Emmett. It sounds like a good transition, though.
Also, more hugs for Jessica. {{{{{Jessica}}}}}
how Santa is based on him and is a way for all of us to be that secret giver for everyone else.
It occurs to me that you probably don't have to write a thank you note to Santa. Big advantage I hadn't thought of before.
I had more to say but it was getting sort of repetitive. Anyway, I really enjoy hearing about everyone's traditions.
We never had a Jesus Birthday Cake, but we did eat something that was decorated just like a cupcake (with almond frosting! yum! yum!) every Christmas morning.
Oh, and Happy Birthday, Emeline!! I said it elsewhere but had not yet said it here.
{{{Jess}}}
Happy birthday, Emeline! I also refuse to believe you're three.
But I do believe in Santa. And in my family, it is quite normal to have labels on presents that read From: Elves Local 1225.
A gunman is holding people hostage at Hillary Clinton's campaign headquarters in New Hampshire: link.
I want Em to believe in Santa for the rest of her life. I want her to leave out cookies for him to eat, milk for the reindeer the whole bit.
Because...what if he does exist? If we don't pay proper tribute to the blood-suited man 'gainst whom no lock can hold nor portal bar then gods only know what havoc he could wreak! Soot on the carpet! Coal in your footwear! Reindeer shit in your oatmeal!!
Or worse.
It's all about blood in the snow, children. Beware, lest the blood be yours.
I'm hearing that it's a man with a bomb strapped to himself: [link]
Damn.
The article says he has a bomb taped to his chest. Maybe that's what they mean by "armed." (No mention of a gun.)
eta: x-posty.