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"Babe? What is Hawk doing?"
Ianto looked up from the decorations he was moving around on the coffee table "Huh?"
"Hawk. He has Maisey in on it, both of them sneaking about in Hero Form." Jack sat with a frown "Missy Moo-Moo has the red cape on I got her for her birthday with the big M on it. And her cow onesie. She looks so cute. I am glad Hawk sees the littlie girl in her, for a big girl she is still so young at heart."
"She always will have that innocence to her I think. To have started life with so many setbacks, it is more than her education that was stunted. Mind you, Curtis is a wonderful Taddy for her and her schooling does not suffer. He spends an extra hour with her to help her with her homework if she needs it. Mind you, River is a wonderful teacher"
"That's where they went. Him and Moo. Off to River's School House, hope she was up for visitors when this is her vacation time" Jack settled to reach out and take Ianto's hand "Hi there. Christmas Eve is only a mere… ah…. Eight hours away. Are you ready?"
"Jack… if I am not ready, the entire fucking world is not ready" Ianto replied with a grin and a little black paw slid back from the door handle as the little boy standing outsidethe room heard what his Taddy just said.
Was this place special for a reason beyond his reasoning? The Hoodlums more that just thugs in warm huggable bodies?
Hawk went in search of his cohort to ask if Maisey had ever considered the possibility that THIS magical man was Santa's helper all along.
She snorted at him and rolled her eyes, pointing out all the times they went to the Lake House. Even a Reindeer would leave tracks about that place with all the feckin snow in winter. The dogs make a big enough mess. She was right, he was over thinking things.
He wandered off to plan his next …ah… plan.
Skidmark wandered past and patted a little head as he passed, heading for the guard house where laugher was all but making the walls shake. "What's up?"
"Fuckers at the gates trying to post some official letter or something. Watch" Tank choked in reply and Skidmark turned to watch the man trying valiantly to reach the post box just inside the gates. Stretching his arm out only to snatch it back as the goat bunted the bars.
"Fuck. Is that the Goat King loose again?" he asked with a groan "I bet he's at the memorial garden roses again."
"Nah, they have the frost covers on. Gonna snow like a bitch tonight, tomorrow will be a white wonderland, just right for Christmas Eve."
"Right. Are you all sure what your jobs are?" Skidmark asked as he looked around the room and heads nodded sagely.
"Good… which dog are we using this year?"
A hinge Saint Bernard was pulled from under the table where he had been chewing a bone and Skidmark nodded "Right. Mountain's boy. Pigsty, are you ready to do your job tomorrow night buddy?"
The dog's fart had them ending the meeting outside in the fresh air.
This was going to be a hoot.