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joy to the world, we have some peace and quiet

Who: everyone ever \o/
What: Christmas all over the world
Where: everywhere \o/
When: Christmas

It was perfect. It was Christmas morning and for one day there was peace throughout the universe.
There were presents to be open, feasts to be had and company to enjoy.

Merry Christmas!

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Oh my god. Oh my GOD. Oh my-

"SONG!" It was a squeal of absolute joy, and had she been able to, Amy would have tackled the other girl. Instead, she clutched the picture to her chest and hugged it tight before pulling it away to study more closely.

"Oh, this is just- It's-" There were words for this, she just couldn't find them at the moment. A rare thing for her.

"Thank you. Hee." Clutching the frame to her chest again, she beamed. "Thankyouthankyou."

Song just smiled, delighted by her friend's enthusiasm. That had definitely been worth a few hours of non-stop coloring and the resulting hand cramp.

"Hehe... I'm glad you like it. I kind of wonder what Jalen will think."

"Who says I'm gonna let him see it?" She teased, still hugging it. "Mine." Shaking her head, she finally set it down with the dreamcatcher. Her husband might think it just a tad weird to find her snuggling a picture frame that she refused to let him touch.

"I didn't show you what he got me." Reaching up, she fished the locket out from under her shirt and leaned forward a little so Song could see it better.
"My birthstone, his, Eli's, and a placeholder for Elena...and maybe one more." She'd blushed when he'd told her that, and did again now. "Um. It unfolds to hold four pictures. Beautiful, isn't it?"

She leaned forward to examine the locket, keeping an arm around Yasha so he wouldn't get in the way.
"It's lovely. Kind of perfect, really. You'll have to apologize to Jalen, I couldn't think of anything to give him. I mean, I new sword crossed my mind, but he seems pretty attached to the old one."

"Heh, I think so. I'll just wear it forever." Grinning at the sword comment, she tucked it back in her shirt.

"Yeah, that probably wouldn't have worked. I mean, you saw how attached he was to his boots. You can try and give him a new sword next year though, if I ever succeed in my threats of giving his to the Moogles for scrap." Amy traced a halo over her head, smiling angelically. "I'll apologize for you, but I'm sure he won't mind."

Song snickered quietly at the Moogle comment, shaking her head a bit, then having to accommodate Yasha as he attempted to be a lapdog, rolling over partially and managing to fit his front half onto her lap. His back end was still upright, putting him in a very odd and amusing twisted position. Apparently this was nothing new, as Song only grinned a little.

"So. The feathers weren't your idea, I take it?" That was still something of a mystery, though if it hadn't been Amy, then Mabry was the top suspect.

"Yasha looks like he'd be good at Twister. We should include him in our next game." A grin accompanied this suggestion before she tilted her head at the question. Heh. If it'd been her, she'd have been more likely to put them in Song's stocking, not Josiah's.

"Nope, not me. You would've ended up with them."

"Hmm... Xemnas versus Yasha in a game of Twister. Who would win?" She snickered, patting Yasha on the rump to get him to roll over the rest of the way so she could rub his belly.

"I'm thinking the feathers were from Mabry, then, but it could have been anyone who knows that I like feathers and that me and Josi are... whatever we are."

"I vote Yasha. Even a Nobody would be no match for an adorable twisty dog." Amy laughed, pushing her hair back behind her ears. Maybe she should get this cut a little...

"Ah ha! Bet you're right. Dunno why, but..." She really didn't know why she thought Song was right. Because it felt true seemed a silly thing to say, so she kept it to herself, and instead picked the drawing back up, running her fingers over the frame. "Very interesting together?" She volunteered. "Extremely sap-inducing? Cute?"

All of which could also be applied to herself and Jalen, but she decided to ignore that for the time being.

"All of the above?"

She made sure Yasha's belly was thoroughly scritched, then pushed him off her lap and went to finally fetch her other present from Amy. She was a bit less aggressive at ripping this one open, but the paper was still in quite a few pieces by the time she was done with it.

Pulling out the Orpheus plushie that she'd predicted was in there, she just smiled at it oddly for a moment before hugging it, the gesture slightly hesitant.
"I still think it's a creepy voodoo doll, but thanks."

"Welcome...I just figured that at least this way, you'd have something to hug, what with both of them being elsewhere most of the time." She was a little uncomfortable with Song's reaction to the toy, but really, had she been expecting joyful plushie cuddles? Pushing the feeling aside, she leaned over to grab a couple feathers that had drifted nearby, smiling as her fingers touched them.

"You're right! Guess you get to ask Mabry what poor birds are running around naked...and on Christmas, too."

The sight of the feathers made Song brighten again, and she gingerly snatched one from Amy, sticking it in the hair of her Orpheus plushie.

"Speaking of, shall we go hunt her down? Maybe she'll confess to the feather mischief if we offer to watch Ashlyn for a little while."

Seeing Orpheus-plushie with a feather in his hair made her picture him as a chocobo, and she smacked herself in the forehead. What in the hell. Her imagination needed less sugar.

"Sounds like a good idea. I need some baby cuddling anyway. Ooh, we can go wave her in Jalen's face and watch him melt. Well, he'll act like he's busy and he can't be reduced to a puddle by a little girl, but give him five minutes when he thinks no one's watching."

Amy smirked and tried to push herself up, then began giggling. "Help, I've fallen again and I can't get up!"

Yasha went to Amy's assistance first, pawing at her as if it would help. Grinning, Song snapped her fingers again to get him out of the way and held out a hand for Amy. "Good thing this won't last much longer."

Once Amy was up, Song shifted from side to side for a moment as if deciding which way to go, then chose to go back and fetch her Josiah plushie as well before heading out of the living room. She knew where Mabry was likely to be at this time.

She made a bee-line for the kitchen, a feather-adorned plushie tucked under each arm.

In the kitchen, Mabry was already hard at work. There were two turkey in the oven, as well, as a ham, and four different kinds of pie to make (pumpkin, pecan, mince, and cherry). A variety of pots were bubbling on the stove, and she was currently in the process of making one of her family's most cherished recipes Big Mama's Ice-box rolls, which required rolling out the rolls, then dipping them in butter before folding them in half and cramming them into the pan. Thus, Mabry was coated in butter up to the elbows and flour everywhere else.

She was also grinning hugely and singing along (slightly out of tune) to the Christmas music that was playing while she cooked. She was also keeping an eye on Ashlyn who was bouncing in a nearby swing while giggling and cooing at all of the activity. She too was covered in flour and seemed equally pleased with this development.

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joy to the world, we have some peace and quiet

>_> Is it sad I had a similar reaction just reading the post?

I wonder what will happen when I draw it for real, then

I'll probably pass out from wild cackling.

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In the Kitchen