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so i heard u were qt

so i came running over

i heard right

k.o'd k.a.w.a.i.i.

Beside your door a glowing purple calls to you. A strange ornament you thing but it is really just another tree decoration maybe you should go and see for yourself.
Yours Forever The Winter Storm.

Merry Chrii5tma5 - Bee

Merry Christmas!

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Kindle the Christmas Brand and then
Till Sunneset let it burne;
When quencht then lay it up agen,
Till Christmas next returne.
Part must be kept where with to tend
The Christmas log next yeare;
And weher 'tis safely kept the Fiend,
Can do no mischiefe there.

--
The Lace Anon

merry Christmas!

The moon lit the snowy habitat outside of your window like a soft stage light. If only you had the time to stare at Winter's beauty, but you needed to sleep for tomorrow's busy day. You turned your light off and crept into a deep sleep.

Somehow, you woke up on a tile rooftop with the sun setting behind the ocean's horizon. You looked around to see the docks, massive ships, and cream-colored walls that contain buildings with the same tiled rooftop. You then looked at the purple sky and watched it fade to black with stars.

"Â&Detente, ladrón!"

You quickly turned your head towards the direction of the command. A copper-toned man with long, black hair was running from the distance towards you. You continued to stare at him as his cape few on his back like a flag and how his black, loose, open shirt flown like a wind sock. He was running closer and closer, dodging darts from below.

"Â&Detente!"

The man saw you sitting down with his masked glare. Without hesitation, he slid his arms under your back and legs and lifted you like a bird of prey. He still ran, ducking a few times to dodge more bolts.

You head lightly rested on his damp chest. War drums with a swift beat could be heard from inside as well as a gale storm.

"Â&EsperÃ&os!" The man commanded as he stopped and crouched.

You looked down and realized that you are up high. Your grip tightened on the loose shirt and your eyes were closed shut. You then felt lighter and a cold breeze blow harder. Your weight returned after a sudden sound of boots landing on a rocky surface. You then opened your eyes. Some grass and a beach could be seen. You then looked down again; you're still up high! Then the mysterious man slipped down, your vision blurred. He landed on his feet and released a loud grunt. He then stood up and looked into your eyes with a smirk. "QuÃ& va, dama," He greeted.

"Â&Se ha ido sobre la muralla! Â&AtrapÃ&dlo!"

The man looked forward and began to run once again. He ran through the forest until he reached his cave. He gently laid you down and asked, "QuÃ& estabÃ&is haciendo en sobred los tejados?"

You stared at his mask in a confused manner. "What are you saying?" you responded.

He then tilted his head. It was clear that he did not understand you as you did not understand him. A ferret then pokes it's head out from the man's hair. It then went back to hiding.

"Ohh... Rascuache..." He said as he lightly poked the animal's nose.

You couldn't help but giggle, especially when the ferret climbed down the man and ran into a much tinier cave.

He then approached you like a chimpanzee. His fingers angled your face towards his bu the chin. "Mi dama..." He began to flirt, "No puedo dejar que su belleza permanezca sin recompensa..."

Your alarm clock went off. You lethargically smacked its snooze button with an open hand. You sluggishly sat up to see a wrapped present on your bet. A tag was attached to it. It reads, "Le dije que su belleza no serÃ& permanecida sin recompensa. -El Ladrón de Rosas"

Happy Holidays!

You're on my naughty list~!
Be sure to wear this when I stop by late Christmas Eve...

"As the Grinch took the tree, as he started to shove, he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove. He turned around fast, and he saw a small Who. Little Cindy Lou Who, who was no more than two. She stared at the Grinch and said... 'Santie Claus, why? Why are you taking our Christmas tree? Why?' But do you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick, that he thought up a lie and he thought it up quick. 'Why my sweet little tot...' The fake Santie Claus lied... '...there's a light on this tree that won't light on one side. So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear. I'll fix it up there, then I'll bring it back here.' And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head, he got her a drink, and he sent her to bed. And when Cindy Lou Who was in bed with her cup, he crupt to the chimney and stuffed the tree up. Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar, and the last thing he took was the log for their fire. On their walls, he left nothing but hooks and some wire. And the one speck of food that he left in the house was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse."

-The Jolly Ghost

I've always loved the puppeteer set &3
Happy Holidays cutie.

You look like...bubblegum! Can I play with your halo?
- Fluff Cat Anon

I think only you could make these hairclips look the best, because you're the cutest person on Gaia!
(It's totally true)

Happy Holidays!
~Kitty of Christmas Cheer

You think that maybe they want to be left alone, seeing as they seem timid even still. You ask them if there is some other place they need to be, maybe that they are lost. The figure flinched a little bit, quickly standing up; the hood of their cloak falling off their head. It was a younger looking figure, with snow white hair and small antlers sticking out of his head. His face was covered with a black substance & some sort of brand or a tattoo. Maybe he was cursed as his eyes were also two different colors. The crowd in the room gasped, people instantly whispering the name of a cursed prince from a far off kingdom. The boy gripped at the paper in his hands, looking around the room with wide eyes. Before you can stop him, he runs for the door, greeted fondly by the bitter cold as he runs into the snow. You look to where he had sat, and a book laid there. It was old, some of the pages had been burnt. You slowly reach for it and pick it up.


Should you open it, or maybe wait and see if the mysterious man will come back?
-Choose your own adventure Anon

I don't mind at all, love.
Glad I could make you happy, everyone deserves a little cheering up.
&3

A small something to match the theme of your lovely avatar

You may want to open your last gift,
and maybe reply to the story.
c;
Merry Christmas
-Liox

On a night quite unenchanting,
When the rain was downward slanting,
I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven,
In a tone I found quite craven,
Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door.
"Raven's very tasty," thought I, as I tiptoed o'er the floor,
"There is nothing I like more"

Soft upon the rug I treaded,
calm and careful as I headed
Towards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore.
While the bard and birdie chattered,
I made sure that nothing clattered,
Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor;
For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and wierd decor -
Bric-a-brac and junk galore.

Still the Raven never fluttered,
Standing stock-still as he uttered,
In a voice that shrieked and sputtered his two cents' worth -
"Nevermore."
While this dirge the birdbrain kept up,
Oh, so silently I crept up,
Then I crouched and quickly lept up, pouncing on the feathered bore.
Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore -
Only this and not much more.

"Oooo!" my pickled poet cried out,
"Pussycat, it's time I dried out!
Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before;
How I've wallowed in self-pity,
While my gallant, valiant kitty
Put and end to that damned ditty" - then I heard him start to snore.
Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor,
Jumped - and smashed it on the floor.

A woman comes through the cold weather, knocking on your door. She holds a package wrapped in red paper with this beautiful red ribbon. She has red hair, billowing out in the wind, you see her eyes that come through with a green that would make beautifully cut emeralds jealous. Her lips parted in a sweet smile. She gently hands you the gift and whispers "Happy Holidays~" before she takes her leave with another gust of wind snow being the only thing filling the space she was in. Once you look down you see on the tag with lavish hand writing 'Being so sweet should be a crime ;)'

~Ariadine~

Can I wrap you up in ribbon?
For you, I'm absolutely driven!
The Prince can't help to adore you -
Trust me, it's absolutely true!

Adopt you

-Kiwi Anon

Deck the halls with lots of gifting
Falalalala lalalala
It's delightful and uplifting
Falalalala lalalala

On we go, let's spread some cheer
Falalalalalalalala
With luck, we won't be killed by Fafnir
Falalalalalalalala

~Qwirkz

A wild present appeared!

>Fight
>Tear Apart
>Eat
>Run

A wild present appeared!

>Fight
>Tear Apart
>Eat
>Run

Do you need a friend?
I got a little one here!
All for you.

~Lady J

merry christmas

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~ Anon-sensei

Happy falalala-lidays! :D
-Bom Bom the Christmas Bunny

Chronicle of Poor Lovers (Italian: Cronache di poveri amanti) is a 1954 Italian drama film directed by Carlo Lizzani. It was entered into the 1954 Cannes Film Festival.

~ Anon-sensei

Merry Christmas-ember cat

An anonymous benefactor
Message: The night is late, the wind battering your house as you sink into bed. You just got home from an extravagant Christmas party, and didn't even bother to change out of your finery. Sure, it would definitely be wrinkled in the morning, but your eyes are already closed, your breath slowing as you fall into a deep sleep.

Your mind is drifting, wandering through darkness. Suddenly, you see a light up ahead. You run to it, your feet heavy as if running through clinging goo. After what seems like an eternity you reach the light, only to find that it is an open door. Not into a house, oh no, but to a frosty world filled with snow. You cautiously reach your arm through and feel the bite of the icy weather, but for some reason it doesn't really affect you. After you make sure the doorway is safe you step through, your thin clothing apparently enough to protect you from the cold in this place.

You look around at the landscape, eyes wide at how beautiful it is. There are trees everywhere, their leafless branches adorned by crystalin icicles. In the distance you can see mountains with peaks crowned in white, jagged edges making harsh lines against the sky. While you bask in this amazing place, you feel a prickling on your back like something is watching you. You turn to look and find a large, magnificent buck staring at you, as if its gaze could bore straight to your soul. You're both still for several moments, until finally it motions with its head, beckoning you to follow it. It turns and walks down a path you hadn't noticed before.

As you trail behind the unsettling beast your surroundings slowly change. The dirt beneath your feet turns to a cobblestone path, and the trees give way to huts, small and large. Even in the dead of winter this village is bustling, filled with people going about their daily tasks. You wonder what the smaller huts are for, until you see that there are animals going in and out of them. They converse with the people, but you can't understand the language they speak.

You pass the village and walk for a few minutes more before you enter a courtyard, then come to a stop as what you're seeing dawns on you. Your strange guide has brought you to a castle made of ice, its spires dominating the sky. The bright moonlight shining on it gives it the appearance of diamond, though it doesn't seem to hurt your eyes. Rather, your breath is taken from the sheer grandeur. The buck that was leading you bows and walks back to the path, though you hardly notice. You feel something pulling you towards the castle, urging you to go inside. You walk across the courtyard and as you reach the doors, they swing inward, inviting you in.

Candles line the hallway of the castle, though you doubt they are needed. You can feel the magic seeping from the very walls, and are sure that the place would glow. As you walk you have no idea where you're supposed to be going, all you know is that your feet seem to be moving of their own volition. The castle seems endless, like a frozen maze you'll never get out of. There are countless doors, staircases, twists, and turns. Even if you manage to make it wherever you're going, you hold no hope of ever getting out again. Just as your heart begins to sink, you come upon an opening into a large, circular room. In the middle is a throne, modest of size and truly elegant. It is lined with furs of the purest white, and looks incredibly comfortable. After walking for what seems like ages, you figure it wouldn't hurt if you sat in it for just a few minutes.

You take a few steps towards it, then nearly trip when you hear someone behind you.
"Hello." They say, voice quiet. The sound sends chills up your spine, and you spin around to see who's there. Only, there's nobody there, just the entrance you came through. "Please, don't be so tense. I would not have led you here were you not welcome." You turn again, and manage to catch a glimpse of the person before they disappear behind the throne. All you see is a long, flowing cloak, striking green eyes behind a mask, and an ornately adorned top hat covering short, brown hair. You wait and watch, turning in circles to try and see the person again, but they are nowhere to be found. With a sigh you turn back to the throne, and notice a wrapped box sitting on it. You look around again, then feel a breeze pushing you forward. At last you walk forward and reach out to grab it, but you pause as you feel a kiss brush the top of your hand. You jump and glance behind you, then shake your head and take the box. There is a tag attached to the bow, and you pick it up to read it.

It's been far too long since I've had company,
I hope you enjoy this token of my appreciation.

~ The Phantom Dreamer

The note is written in long, flowing script. You drop it again and go to open the gift, but suddenly you are opening your eyes, laying in bed. Sitting in front of you on your dresser is the box you were just holding.

Merry Christmas!

"Um, excuse me." A muffled female voice says behind you. You turn and look to find a lightly-dressed girl with a shiny black mask over her face. You can see beyond her mask only one green eye. In her hands is a sizable box that she is holding at arms length. You can hear a few muffled sniffles behind the mask. "Um, listen, I found this yesterday and--" She cuts herself off with a sneeze. "Ugh...I think I'm allergic... Please, can you take this?" She asks with another sniffle. You nod, taking the package from the girl. She gives a relieved sigh. "Thanks. And happy holidays!" She says, rushing off.

Best wishes to you, this holiday season,
And here's to hoping this gift makes you smile, if only a little.

Merry Christmas

~The Elemental Anon

~10 Second Art Anon

White flowers, a symbol of your pure heart. May it beat forevermore. M. L.

I saw you were asleep and wanted you to be awake with a suprise from me :)

Sinces,
Idk

The salty sea air seems full today. No clouds, and the sun is shining brightly. A gentle cool breeze billows through the busy beach. The white sand glistens as it is moved around by random feet. Emerald waters showing their depths. The water so clear you can see the bottom! Kids are giggling in the distance while throwing a beach ball around. Men and women both laid out, tanning. The conditions, just seemed too good to past up. As you make your way through the crowd, you are careful not to step on anyone. You move yourself to a vacant area. A group of dunes, with tall palm trees surrounding this little area. A few sea turtles are making their journey towards the dunes, but one is stuck. You know you shouldn't interfere, but it was having more trouble then most. Is it injured? You go to investigate, careful not to disturb the others there. You see the feet of the turtle grasping as the sand, clearing it from its path. Why isn't it moving? Tilting you head in curiosity, you try to make sense of what is going on. Hm. Well, time to intervene. A good thing you had, what wasn't know is that turtle was not only fine but that there was a gift for you there <3 PS Anon

Did you know that nature pre slices oranges?

gifts gifts gifts!!!!

This little fairy so intrigued by you
Has set out to give something
So charming as you