Empress Cassidy wrote: ↑Sat Dec 25, 2021 9:39 pm
I read this and thought you called her audio (WHICH IS SEXY AND ADORABLE!!!) satanic! Nope Santanic. A religion that follows Santa! Awesome.
In case anyone else sees this - Let's Clarify! It's very Santa Centric not the guy with the horns.
Merry Christmas Bethany! Merry Christmas Jamie Michelle! Happy Holidays ALL!
Thank you, Empress Cassidy! Merry Christmas to you, and to all the wonderful Sissy Schoolers! Yay!
And yes, us fairies are sometimes known for pumping-up Santa Claus's awesome powers beyond what he would have even recommended. Hey, we tend to get rather excited about these things. We just burst at the seams when this special season arises. As I'm sure some have detected.
But no matter! Regardless of Mr. Claus's prowess or lack thereof, we still have a soft-spot for him.
Now some may wonder: Then tell us about your tender-spot, Jamie.
Folks, that wasn't an invitation for people to inquire about such matters. That's called a figure of speech. Because of course, it's just lumps of bituminous coal in my heart. And then that would be a literal statement.
Hey, I need something to fuel me.
Ha! That's what's known in this business as a joke.
And what business would that be, Jamie? Some might wonder.
Well, that has yet to be determined. One of these days I will figure that out, but until such time, we have this instead. Whatever "this" might be.
Again, I couldn't really tell anyone what my business is except that I'm doing it quite well. You folks laugh, but have you ever seen the bucks rolling-in this fast? If we measure this in terms of dollars, then I'm on track to hit a cent soon. A cent is an old-timey term for one-hundredth of a buck. Something the kids these days wouldn't know about.
So that makes me feel rather proud, to think that I'm doing that well.
Sometimes us elves have heart-conditions, and our coal pops out of our chests. Well, that explains how they occasionally end up there in your packages.
They then have to rush us to the elf-hospitals, whereby they promptly tell us that we're not constructed with hearts in the first place, so therefore we shouldn't worry. It's worked-out well so far. Can't complain.
One might then accuse us of being heartless bastards, even though our births happened within legitimacy. If we had a heart, then such a charge would make us feel sad.
Of course, I kid. Us elvish kind do have hearts, though they're located on our heels. So every time we move forward, it's like someone's stepping on our hearts.
Eventually we get over it. I mean, in-between steps.