Violent violet and bubblegum pink

To Sunny, in a stage whisper: "I think your daddy's up. Why don't you go wish him a happy Christmas?"

Yup. Totally evil, 'Dora is.

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So evil.

GLOMP OF DOOM TAKE TWO.

"MEWWY KWIMAS DADDY PWESENTS NOW?"

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There is flailing.

"Urg. Umma. Coffee. Then presents."

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Heartbroken stare.

She waited! For HIM!

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Fuck.

"Um. Just. Wait here, munchkin."

He shuffles to the kitchen. Coffee is procured. Yes.

Aaaaand, he's back.

"Okay. Presents."

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Nymphadora leans over to kiss him firmly as he sits beside her. "Happy Christmas, love."

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"Fo' Ber'd," happily, ignoring the kissing and sneaking up on Ber'd's lap.

He's presented with a package much like Dora's, but his has more red glitter.

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"Mmf. Merry Christmas," Bernard replies sleepily, and pats his hair down as he takes the present from Sunny.

He puts his coffee down and unwraps it with much care. It doesn't work. The glitter gets everywhere.

He can't stop grinning.

"Thank you, sweetheart. It's beautiful."

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She eyes it fondly. "Yes. Yes, is. Welcome, Daddy!"

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'Dora plants a kiss on Sunny's cheek, and then Bernard's.

"Shall we open the stockings, now?"

She casts a significant glance over to the mantle, where the previously-empty socks have MYSTERIOUSLY FILLED overnight.

Hmmmmm.

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"YES."

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Bernard suppresses a smile and stands to examine the stockings curiously.

"Hmmmmm. Wonder how all this stuff got here." He picks up Sunny's stocking, which is Very Full.

"Looks like somebody's been a good girl this year."

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"Oh?" 'Dora looks around with mock curiosity. "And who might that be? Do we know any good girls?"

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:O!

Sunny gives Mummy a Look.

"Sunny was PEWFECT ANGEL."

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"Riiiight." He hands 'Dora a bulging stocking, his eyes sparkling.

"Does Sunny have a stocking?"

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"I think she might," 'Dora replies thoughtfully. "And so do you," she adds, poking gently at her belly.

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She's literally bouncing.

"Please please please please ple--will open fo' Anfony," sidetracked. "No haf hands yet."

Oh dear. She's sidetracked again, staring at Dora's stomach, and then peers under her shirt. "Could put pwesents fwew belly button, Dora?"

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"There will be nothing else going in there, thank you very much," she replies firmly. "Only things coming out. Out.</i."

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Bernard bites his lip and unhooks two stockings. "Here's Anthony's." He sets it beside Sunny, and then shakes the other stocking experimentally.

"Hmmm. Sounds like coal to me."

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"...Coal cwunchy?" Curiously.

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"NO. Not crunchy at all. Um. Squishy, even!" Laughing, 'Dora beckons Bernard to sit. "Come on, let's stop torturing her."

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