"When Eddie Said He Didn't Want His Teddy..."

Happy Christmas, you lot.

The first two/three Christmas presents (they refuse all to fit into one post, demn them):

Surprise, surprise! snowyofthenight--Gideon/Cosette, The Mysterious Island/Les Miserables, G. Enjolrasy. *loves on exceeding*

( Time Garden )

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Aaaaaaand next we have: gileonnen--A story about love, The Mysterious Island, G. ^____^ We can only hope that you like it.

( Where is Love? )

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Then there is squeeful lovely theatre_angel--Erik/Christine, The Phantom of the Opera, PG. This was evilly fun to write, I fear.

( A Tragedy in Three Acts )

"Old Devil Moon, Deep in Your Eyes, Blinds Me With Love..."

Mmmm, next batch of happy holiday gift-giving. *bounces*

For eponinenkind, her surprise! The last chapter of a certain story--Eponine/Enjolras, Les Miserables, PG.

( The Final Meeting )

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And for my darling, beloved, sweetest, dearest, wonderfullest sparklychibi, we present--Adrian/Hugo, The Liar, PG-13. I feel so dirty. ^^;;;

( A Brief and Rather Revealing Portrait of Adrian Healey )

"On The Day I Was Born, Said My Father, Said He..."

Then, of course, erinpuff earns her very own post for her Christmas gift; which is, as requested, poetry.

We can only hope you like!

( Falling Song )

"I've An Elegant Legacy Waiting For Thee...."

And here we have the last batch of Christmas/Hannukah/Kwanzaa/Yuletide/Winter Spice Holiday, served up on a silver platter and decorated with candy confetti shaped like trees and stockings and snowflakes.

To my wonderful, wonderful, wonderful mhari--Westmark fic, G. It's not exactly plotful, but it does have the potential to be so, and we hope that will suffice.

( Stories )

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And lastly, but emphatically not leastly, the most challenging of these challenges, the fic de mage_brandebouc--Persian/Raoul, Phantom of the Opera, PG. The title is a very random pun.

( The Admission )

"Quasimodo est triste... Quasimodo est fou...!"

Okay. Ehe.

I leave to-morrow (to-day?) for Tennessee at 7:00; I must ergo begin treadmilling at 5:30. Sometime in here I also have to pack, make shortbread for my aunt, take a shower, and Other Random Stuff.

Work was good. Everybody seems to be up on the NHN, except Ida, who seemed extremely in pain and garnered herself much tender affection from Soujin, and Norm, who got the wrong size pajamas for Christmas and was Bothered. Charlie was dear; Anna was wonderful; and Grandma Jennie was adorable. And I love Marcie. Marcie is my darling darling and I want her to take home and love.

Also, I found out that Ken doesn't have a left foot. O_O Which I totally didn't realise before to-day. Oh, well.

Lost 1.8 pounds. 12.2 to go!

Promptly messed it all up by evening dinner party and creme brulee. Oh, well.

OMG Tennessee to-morrow. Guh. Argh. >_>

I started writing this at 00:40, got distracted by found_objects, and it's now 1:17. In realtime (my watch time, rather than my computer time, which is over fifteen minutes behind), it's actually 1:35. For heaven's sake, I need to get my hair washed.

But first Waen wants to upload her sketch of Esmeralda.

Maybe I'll phone post in TN!

No, no.

All right, getting incoherent. Enjoy presents. Have good holiday. Be happy. I love you all loads. <3 <3 ^____^

Stuff now.

EDIT: Waen sketched Gringoire!