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Dec. 11th, 2005 01:47 pmEvery hearth is crackling with a merry fire, and the scent of spiced wine and savoury dishes wafts out of the kitchen. Outside, the magical snow falls cheerily, covering everything over with a thick, fluffy layer of white.
Everything about this place today cries out home, even more so than usual.
It's Christmas Day.
Everything about this place today cries out home, even more so than usual.
It's Christmas Day.
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Date: 2006-01-02 05:01 am (UTC)And, of course, for reading with.
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Date: 2006-01-02 05:02 am (UTC)"...'Oo give Sunny giant wat?!"
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Date: 2006-01-02 05:03 am (UTC)"No, silly. He's a baby kangaroo. He's in the books, too."
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Date: 2006-01-02 05:05 am (UTC)"Name him Pumpewnickel."
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Date: 2006-01-02 05:07 am (UTC)"Looks like a Pumpernickel to me," she agrees, settling back onto the cushions.
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Date: 2006-01-02 05:11 am (UTC)"T'ank 'oo Mummy an' Daddy!"
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Date: 2006-01-02 05:12 am (UTC)"You're welcome, sweetheart."