TwiGirlsNextDoor's 12 Days of Christmas Writing Challenge; http:/www[.]twigirlsnextdoor[.]com/search/label/Contests
Collab: IcelandGirl812 and Mentalistecbm
Prompt: #1 and http:/bit[.]ly/hOTqiD
Word Count: 100
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AN: Mental's writing the first one, because Erica is in a corner, freaking out and possibly dying over posting. Thanks to TwiGirlsNextDoor for hosting, and Erica for agreeing to even do this with me.
My mother is a real piece of blue-blooded work.
Nothing I ever did was right for her. My career, my lifestyle - my fucking hair.
But did that ever stop me from melting like wax and chocolate when she asked me to do something like this? That would be a no.
So there I walk, looking like a fucking idiot. All black, strict mohawk... and a Santa suit.
Because my mother just had to pull the fucking "but the children" card.
Fuck the children.
Well, maybe not all of 'em. Some could be rather cute...
But for most: fuck 'em.