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Post by Magda on Dec 24, 2008 15:54:13 GMT -5
It was five days before Christmas. The place looked, all in all, like a snowstorm had hit it, if snowstorms could happen indoors, and if the snowbanks tended to form into smiling snowpeople, and if snow were actually cotton batting.
Magda, wearing a bloody apron over her Santa-suit minidress, was carving up a roasted pig in the kitchen and singing to herself.
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Post by Crowley on Dec 24, 2008 16:01:32 GMT -5
Crowley was sitting on the couch, crossing his arms and frowning. Every person in Paris liked Christmas a lot, but Crowley, a demon from Hell, did not.
He glared at the little cotton snowmen and then turned to Magda.
"That's gross."
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Post by Magda on Dec 24, 2008 16:03:23 GMT -5
"It's traditional," Magda retorted.
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Post by Crowley on Dec 24, 2008 16:07:22 GMT -5
"It's gross," he insisted. "And what's with all the snowmen? They're creeping me out."
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Post by Magda on Dec 24, 2008 16:08:37 GMT -5
"I hlike sem!" Magda said brightly. "Sey make it feel hlike home."
She caught some of the pig's blood in a glass and took a sip.
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Post by Crowley on Dec 24, 2008 16:11:09 GMT -5
Crowley rolled his eyes. "Bah, humbug."
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Post by Magda on Dec 24, 2008 16:11:10 GMT -5
Magda ignored him and kept singing to herself.
"Mos Craciun cu plete dalbe A sosit de prin nameti Si aduce daruri multe La fetite si baieti. Mos Craciun, Mos Craciun! Din batrani se povesteste Ca-n toti anii negresit Mos Craciun pribeag soseste, Niciodata n-a lipsit. Mos Craciun, Mos Craciun!"
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Post by Crowley on Dec 24, 2008 16:15:55 GMT -5
"I hate Christmas," he muttered. "The whole Christmas season."
It was true. Sure, there was the rampant materialism and the fighting and such, but overall there was a general feeling of love and happiness in the air. People were giving to charities and helping each other and being incredibly kind. It made Crowley sick to his stomach.
Not to mention this Christmas season was particularly lonely.
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Post by Magda on Dec 24, 2008 16:18:29 GMT -5
"But don't ask me vhy," Magda continued from what he'd said. "No vone quite knows se hreason."
She put the remains of the pig in a Hefty bag, to be carried out to the Dumpster outside soon so that the garbage men would be the ones to deal with, pulled off the apron, washed her hands, and sat down next to him.
"Pig blood?" she offered, holding out her glass.
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Post by Crowley on Dec 24, 2008 16:22:54 GMT -5
"No," he said, pushing the glass away.
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Post by Magda on Dec 24, 2008 16:23:10 GMT -5
"Candy cane?"
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Post by Crowley on Dec 24, 2008 16:27:04 GMT -5
"You do know what that represents, don't you?"
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Post by Magda on Dec 24, 2008 16:31:45 GMT -5
"Somesing vit blood. I'm not sure- vasn't it Jesus' blood spilled vhen se Romans beat him?"
She paused.
"Nobody sinks they're holy anymore anyvay. I can eat them."
She peeled the cellophane off of hers and sucked thoughtfully on the hook for a moment.
"Ovaltine?
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Post by Crowley on Dec 24, 2008 16:34:02 GMT -5
"Nothing. Thank you," he snapped.
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Post by Magda on Dec 24, 2008 16:37:06 GMT -5
Magda frowned.
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