main prompt: north pole
character: rose
extra prompt: vague
"How far are we from the North Pole, Mummy?" Seven year old Rose asked, flashing her Mum a smile that was missing one of her front teeth. Rose had been grilling her Mum about Christmas and Santa all day and though she had only given vague answers, Rose had already worked out that Santa was fat, liked cookies, had a bunch of reindeer, gave away presents, and lived in the North Pole.
"Um, far," Hermione managed, only half paying attention to her daughter as she tried to work. She was nine months pregnant and over-loaded with work. She had decided back in October that she hated Christmas, but now it was more than hate. She loathed it and all the technicalities it brought.
Who ever came up with Santa anyway? Why did he have to bring kids toys, anyway? Why couldn't he have brought them books or something? Then there would be less fans and less work for all the exhausted Mummy's.
"Okay!" Rose said brightly, before going to the Fridge.
"What are you doing, Rose?" Hermione asked, exasperated. Rose gave her Mum a grin.
"Making a sandwich! I'm going to the North Pole to see Santa and I don't want to go hungry on the way!" She said, in that innocent way that children tend to speak.
Hermione sighed. "Go let your dad know, sweetheart," she said, then under her breathe added, "he can take care of this one."
As Rose nodded and walked back towards the livingroom, where her dad was watching their muggle telly, Hermione muttered, "I really hate Christmas."
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When Hugo Ron Weasley is born on December 25, at 9PM, however, Hermione finds a new reason to like Christmas.