22. itty bitty christmas

[orderfromchaos]

[Day one, text + voice]

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Hello? Someone took my parents. And my house.


[Day two, spam]

[Did six-year-old Dillon find tiny old roller skates in the back of his closet? Yes he did. He is now about to crash into you, probably.]


[Day three, video]

[A tiny redhead is absolutely swimming in a vaguely blasphemous christmas sweater. He's in the chapel, and he sings Away in a Manger in a clear, lovely soprano. He bites his lip for a moment afterward.]

Are we going to have a tree? Will someone else come light candles? I'm not supposed to play with fire.


[Day three, spam]

[Find Dillon with excessive candy canes hooked into the collar of his oversized sweater, trailing tinsel, attempting to stack a chair on top of a ladder so that he can hang up mistletoe and wreaths almost as big as he is.]


[OOC: replies will come from inateacup]

Comments

[withtheoldbreed]

Eugene. Where do you live?

[inateacup]

Elephant Butte.

[....he's not giggling. He's noooot. It's a funny name for a town, okay.]

[withtheoldbreed]

[Well, Gene laughs. He'll need to remember to tell Sid that one when he gets home.] That's really what it's called?

[inateacup]

Uh-huhn! There's this giiiiaaant rock outside town, that's the butte!

[withtheoldbreed]

Why is it called that?

[inateacup]

It's just the kind of formation.

[Formation is drawn out, three separate syllables, fooor-maaay-tion.]

Grownups think it looks like a elephant I guess? Even though it doesn't really.