ext_159385 ([identity profile] wrfm-mods.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] wrfmlogsarchive2009-12-25 07:09 pm
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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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[identity profile] songbird9.livejournal.com 2009-12-30 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
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

[identity profile] belegwen.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
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.