Challenge:
Advance
Quote:
An NPC woke up to the sounds of Santa (or any Christmas Spirit of Past/Present/Future) invading their house. Their reaction and thoughts!
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It was Christmas night, there were sounds of chilly winds and the trappings of soft snow fall. The fireplace crackled while everyone was sound asleep… Or
were they? A sound of creaking steps suddenly appeared, with a large silhouette and a great white beard all wrapped snuggly and warm in a red suit all fit to form. Unknowing to the intruder of this cookie cutter house, lived a very interesting owner of this house. As the stranger went on his way, stuffing unexpected gifts underneath on the tree while a shadow was slowly creeping up right behind him. A bead of sweat dropped down his brow. What could it be? As he a heard a crack, just right beside him, he turned around and saw…
“Why, hello there, Santa, my dear,” a rich swirl of purple curls swept across an elderly woman’s’ shoulders but for her age, she looked quite young. Bit of wrinkles hidden beneath but otherwise her face was soft. Teardrop eyeglasses hugged her nose and a flower patterned garment that matched her ruby lips were the only clothes. Red finger nails tapped her naked arms and a mischievous look fled across icy blue eyes that raised an alarm.
Santa Clause’s moustache switched nervous of her presence. He immediately thought:
Oh dear me, not this again, I just want to deliver some presents! Santa just chuckled, scared out of his wits.
“Why, hello there Ms. Channah, why in the world are you out of your bed?” He asked, all innocent and caught in the act.
Channah snickered.
“Waiting for you!”
“Eh, whatever for?”
Santa Clause recoiled and stepped back, retreating to the Chimney. His suit wrinkled with every move which was noticeable and a very wrong thing to do. Channah’s eye twitched with some annoyance.
“You drink all the milk!”
“Bu—“
“And you eat all the cookies!”
“Now just wa—“
“What do I get in return!?”
“Crumbs?” Santa said innocently.
“Yes, CRUMB—wait no! No. I don’t get a ‘
Thank you’ note for all my troubles.”
Santa sighed a great sigh of relief; he thought she wanted something more. Ever since that song ‘Santa Baby’ came out, his wife grew constantly in doubt. His body grew less tense than before and his friendly smile appeared once more.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Channah. I never meant any harm.” With a flick of his wrist and a twinkle in his eye, a cascade of ‘Thank you’ notes flooded the room and one even landed in Channah's eye.
“Why
you--!”
Without a second longer, Santa disappeared and there stood Channah with a paper beard.
“
Ho ho ho, very funny.” Channah seethed and thought:
You wait til next Christmas year, you'll pay for all the troubles you brought!