JUST A LITTLE CHRISTMAS FUN! These will be fairly short. Well… some of them.

Demeter's Christmas:

Demeter clutched the collar in her paws. On Christmas day, which was exactly... tomorrow, Dem would hand that collar into her daughter's paws. The kitten's eyes would light up with joy when she saw it. She would hug Demeter and thank her and thank her. It was all Jemima wanted. A black collar, ringed with silver spikes, almost identical to the one that rested on Demeter's neck.

Jemima trotted into the den as Demeter hid the collar behind her back. Jemima grinned at her mum, before plopping down on the carpet in front of her. She had to make this quick, because Jemima really wanted a nap. Tonight, Jemima was planning to stay up all night and catch Santa Paws. Again. Every year, Jemima made it her mission to catch Santa Paws.

"Jem," Demeter began, "I need to talk to you about something."

Jemima just smiled sweetly, her big brown eyes staring up at Dem, happily. "About… Santa Paws."

This time, Jemima's smile faltered. "What about him?"

"Are you sure you want to stay up all night?"

Jemima nodded her head vigorously. "Of course I wanna. Etccy and Letcy said they would catch him and not me, and I can't let that happen!"

"Are you sure it's possible?"

Jemima nodded her head again, "And Jerrie and Teazer said that they caught him fair and square. They had him, but when the left the room, he disappeared." Jem waved her fingers mysteriously.

"Are you sure?" Demeter asked finally. Jem gave one final nod before padding down the hall to her room to nap. Demeter shook her head and laughed.

Every year, Jemima tried to catch Santa Paws. She would stay up for hours, hidden in some hiding spot, before falling asleep. It was always so adorable when she woke up. She would say that she remembered seeing someone hear the makeshift fireplace, but then she fell asleep.

Demeter smiled. Christmas was always a… interesting – for want of a better word – time in her den-hold. For instance, her mate, Munkustrap was almost always out running one errand or another.

Demeter relaxed on the couch she was sitting on, pulling the studded collar from behind her (which was becoming quite a nuisance), and stared at it contentedly. She felt like this Christmas in particular would be magical.