The new girl, a short and green-eyed and, let's face it, fat redhead stares.
"What exactly has happened to this place?"
"It's Christmas. Decorations are traditional, no?"
"I suppose, but isn't this the base for the Children of the Spider?"
"What difference does that make? Even spiders can acknowledge the death of a man who lived long ago."
"See, the thing is, I never thought a spider was capable of wearing a pointy red elf-hat."
The tall, skinny woman with long black nails rolls her eyes and pats one of the nearby arachnids with a careful hand. "They're miniature pointy red elf-hats."
"Oh. Right. That makes so much more sense. I don't see how I could have missed that."
"Hush."
A/N: Yay. December.
So, if you're not a follower of Christ, don't celebrate Christmas or think it's a blatant plagiarism of Pagan winter solstice festivals or a commercialization of an ancient celebration, perhaps you could think of this as merely another Calendar of Crackfic. Whatever suits you.
The dates and updating might get a bit mixed up around the seventeenth or so, but maybe not...
~Mademise Morte, December 1