[Flowerdust]

reserved C:

[headphone raichu.]

N i n e.

Cynthia
-Why yes, yes it is.

Female

Cynthia, you wanna take this one?
-Sure! I really love to gift other people. I like to make them happy; it feels really good to see them light up. Giving gifts -and maybe getting some- make me feel really happy all the time.

{Cynthia raced around her house, from the kitchen to make cookies, to the living room to decorate the tree. Why did I hold this off so late?, she scolded herself as she shoved the next batch into the oven. A loud beep went off when Cynthia put the tree topper on. Thank glob!, she thought as she raced to the kitchen so the cookies wouldn't burn. Okay, tree, check; cookies, check. Now I just need the last presants, Cynthia thought as she quickly pulled them out. Slightly charred. Oh well. It was tme to go anyways. Cynthia tightend her hat and pulled on some mittens, then raced out into the blizzard awaiting her.}

{Cynthia shook out her fur as she enterd 'The Coffee Pot' for a quick drink. "Glob, it's cold outside." She said as she sat down in her usual booth. "You can say that again." The waitress, Sulay, agreed as she padded up to the table. "Christmas usual?" She asked. Cynthia nodded, "And a chocolate chip cookie, fresh and warm." she added. Sulay nodded and headed back the counter. Cynthia ducked down under the table and pulled up her shopping bags, checking if she had everything. Toy train, new top, some jewlery..., She went through all of the bags, checking off everyone in her head as she went. "Perfect!" She said outloud as she pushed them aside. Sulay set down her hot chocolate and cookie infront of her. "Have everything?" Sulay asked with a smile. "Yeah, I finnaly got everything for Christmas." Cynthia said through a mouthful of cookie. "Who's it for this time?" Sulay asked as she sat down. Sulay was Cynthia's best friend, and usual server at The Coffee Pot. She was always ready to help Cynthia out with Christmas, and would talk to her about, well, pretty much anything. "A long time family friend. They've hit hard times, and I don't think that they're going to have enough money for presants. The can bairly afford their house and such as it is." Cynthia explained as she sipped her hot chocolate. Mmm, extra marshmellows, she silently complamented Sulay. Her friend smiled at her. "That's so sweet. Well, you might wanna get there soon. I heard that they may be moving soon, no doubt to a less expensive house." Sulay told her. Cynthia's eyes widend. "Their house is a nealy 15 city blocks away! I gotta get there now. I'll be back in an hour; keep my spot for me?" She asked as she hopped up with all her bags. "Sure." Sulay called as Cynthia raced though the door. "Thanks!" Cynthia called, but the wind threw her voice away and to the snow.}

{Cynthia had three small and two big bags on her tail, two smaller ones on her arm, and a very small one holding some jewlery in her mouth. Come on, come on!, she thought despretly as she zipped down the block. There were more kiamaras then she thought there would be out on Christmas Eve... muchless at 6:37 in the morning. So it was really Christmas Day. Cynthia dodged to the left as a mother Kiamara padded past her with her cildren. Why is everyone out so... oh no., she relized. Ahead, a large Christmas float barrled downt he street. Crowds had gatherd to get an early veiw of the paraide. "Just great." She mutterd as she dodged again. Everyone seemed pushy today. Cynthia was pushed again, nealy into the street. With antoher push, she rolled out into the street. "Ow..." She said as she stood -and saw a giant presant rolling twards her. Cynthia picked up the small jewlery bag and lept out of the way, Cynthia's tail lightly thudding again the front of the float. That was close, she thought as she lept over a small raindeer comming out the side of the float. Who puts a raindeer on the side of a float like that?, she asked herself as she ducked under the next one. Ahead, there was only one more float to go: The Santa float. She raced forward, only to have to pad infront of it. It took up the whole road! The only way to get past was to... Time to Santa crash!, she thought as she lept onto the float. Kiamaras dressed as raindeer swayed around her as she she lept higher and higher. Ahead, the Santa seat was unoccupied. As Cynthia lept up into the seat to get over, she heard cries of, "Santa's here!" rise up from the crowd. Aww, man!, she thought as she gazed down. "Um... uh, Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas children!" Cynthia called down. "I am Mrs. Claus, but now I have to go and help Santa finish with his toys for everyone!" She called. Young Kiamaras cried with joy at the thought of toys as she raced down the rest of the float. With a thud, she landed back onto the snow coverd ground.}

{It was 7:00 when she finnaly found the house. The Holly's house was a very large manson that had one mom and seven kids. Their father had died earlier that year due to an unexpected heart attack. Ever since then, they bairly had enough money to support the family. "Finnaly..." Cynthia gasped as she knocked on the door. No answer. No..., she thought as she tried again. No answer again. She peered in through the wind, and was relived to see seven little kiamras wrapped up in blankets, fast asleep. "Thank goodness." Cynthia thought as she looked around for another entrance. No one could answer the door... Oh great., Cynthia thought as she relized one way in. And the extreamly ironic way. Tightning her hat, she pulled herself up the tree that hung over the roof, and started to make her way to the house.}

{After pulling, leaping, and catching her presants, finnaly landed on the roof. Well, my butt hurts now., she confermed as she headed over the cimney. She moved all of her presants up to her tail -keeping the jewlery one in her mouth- and lept down into the fire pit after checking to see if it was lit. She landed on her butt again. "Ow..." She mumbled as she got up, dusting herself off from the ashes. "Santa?" A voice asked. Cynthia lifted her head and looked down at a little Kiamara. She smiled. "No dear, I'm -uh- Mrs. Claus. Santa was busy, so he asked me to bring you your presants. She explained as she set down all of the presants infront of her. The rest of the little one's sibling had woken up, and were looking up in awe at her as she laid out the presants. Mrs. Holly padded around the corner and her eye's widend when she say Cynthia. Cynthia winked and padded back into the chimney. "And Mrs. Holly, I left you something in the smallest bag." Cynthia called as she started to climb. Mrs. Holly smiled and nodded. "Merry Christmas!" She called as she started up the chimney. "Um, Mrs. Claus?" Mrs. Holly asked. Cynthia stopped. "You can use the door if you want." }

[UnknownCauldron]

Username:mschat
Name: Peppermint
Gender: Female
Favorite thing about Christmas: Sipping hot coco by a nice warm fire with friends and family surrouding her

[WinnieDaPooh]

Username: iSammeh
Name: Avery
Gender: Female
Favorite thing about Christmas:

Oh how lovely Christmas is! I love spending time awaiting gifts under the tree and the being under the mistletoe. The snow, trees and of course,Hanukkah. Don't you think it's beautiful when you see them? Glimmering ever so brightly and shining proudly at the pleasants that pass them. But if I had to choose, my favorite thing about Christmas is the smiling faces of the children in the homes when they get something they wanted. It feels so nice! The best thing about it, is that sometimes I may have been their secret Santa. Lovely isn't it?

Story&Poem:

I smiled with a cheesy grin on my face. Aurelie (On the left) has gotten my secret Santa gift. She smiles and hugs it tightly, she then says something that I couldn't make out. I felt very cheery inside, I soon padded away and stared up in the sky. Snow soon fell on my face and trickled down my muzzle since it melted on me. It felt cool and soothing and the same time. I started walking around town, mistletoes, trees and candles. They were blinking brightly at me. I awaited near a close store and I soon went under some mistletoes and ate some cake. I then left and headed to my owner whom smiles at me warmly and welcomes me in.

A girl was wandering down the street
Because she was looking for the one with the sweet
Cooped up in the hotel was the boy who fleet

Dancing softly in the ball, he saw his crush
Edging closer to him, she saw him
Falling over with the sudden sight
Gripping his bright light
Hurrying down the street, he was right

Ice fell softly on her fur
Jerking quickly to her aid
Kicking snow out of his way

Laughs could be heard
Murmurs muttered in angered
No-one had came, to aceept her plea.

Alphabetical Poem and kinda rhyming. c; Gud luck to everyone!

[○WaterDrops○]

Username: WaterDrops
Name: Eggnog
Gender: Female
Favorite thing about Christmas: Siting on the couch in front of the fire place drinking some eggnog :3
Art: WIP
Dropping out

[allinian]

Username: BrightHeaven
Name: Holly
Gender: Female
Favorite thing about Christmas: My favorite thing about christmas is going to Taiwan and watching the 101 tower erupt with a bunch of beautiful fireworks. Each year the fireworks are different, and the fireworks are also very unique. You can also pay to have a firework for you love ones, it can have a message like "Merry Christmas to _____!" Although they are very expensive, it's always worth it. "D
Art: WIP

[Clive]

Dropping out ;_;

[Jetti]

Username: Jetti
Name: Holly
Gender: Female
Favorite thing about Christmas: She loves to play in the snow.
Art: I might do it.

[mango sherbet]

username::
mango sherbet

name::
Maize, pronounced may-zee.
I named her Maize because maize is corn, and for some reason she looked like buttered popcorn to me, hence the popcorn strings.

gender::
Female

personality::
Maize considers herself quite proper, even a teacher's pet. She's not British, but has adopted a British accent, just because it sounds cool. She dislikes troublemaking, and always follows the rules- but that doesn't mean she's a complete fusspot. When there aren't any rules to follow, Maize loves fun just as much as anyone else. One of her defining characteristics is her generosity, which makes her the best secret santa when Christmastime rolls around- she'll spend any amount of money or time to get the perfect gift. She often annoys others because of her air of superiority- but then again, she does have a reason for it. Maize is a great believer in earning what you have, which is why she's so harsh to kiamaras who just don't try- whether that's with finding a job or gaining popularity, it's all the same to Maize.

favorite thing about Christmas::
Maize loves making popcorn strings! She hangs them everywhere, not just on her tree, and eats it all at the end. Though this leads to rather painful bellyaches, it's worth it to her! She even uses food dye to dye the popcorn different colors- red and green, obviously, but yellow as well. (yellow's her favorite color.)


making popcorn strings is the best thing ever- 'nuff said.



art::


(takes place on Maize's first Christmas. told from Maize's perspective.)
At the time I wasn't quite sure what Christmas even was. All I knew was that it brought smiles to my parents' faces. I was a Christmas baby, born on the 2nd of December. My mom told me I wasn't supposed to be born until January, but that I couldn't wait to get out and experience my first Christmas. Even though I had barely started teething, I already loved popcorn, and when my parents decorated our tree, I attempted to eat their popcorn strings. My mother told me years later that I actually raided the kitchen for popcorn in the dead of night, which forced them to put bars on my crib. My parents were astounded at how I already was able to understand the concept of Christmas- not receiving, but giving. And boy, was I good at giving.
On the night of my first Christmas, I pushed the little tab on my crib down and shoved down the bars. Silly parents- did they really think the bar mechanism was me-proof? I crept upstairs. My parents were still up, wrapping presents for me. I didn't know they stayed up past my bedtime. I managed to slip past them to the kitchen, where our advent calendar was waiting. I'd forgotten to eat the chocolate behind the little tab that said '25,' and just remembered in bed- that was why I'd come up in the first place. But afterwards, I was so tired that I decided just to stay upstairs. My parents had gone down to bed, and our couch looked so nice and comfortable....
I woke up abruptly at a strange noise. Stretching my eyes wide open, I glanced around, and, deciding I was hungry, shoveled down the nearest popcorn string in delight. It was slightly stale, but I honestly didn't notice- I was entranced by the strange kiamara in our living room. It was a white-furred male, with a lot of fluffy neck fur. He was wearing a red hat and carrying a heavy-looking sack in his mouth. When he saw me staring, he smiled and dropped the sack. "Hello, honey, what's your name?"
Okay, well, I'd been given the if-you-see-a-suspicious-man-scream lecture a thousand times, but this kiamara seemed so jolly and kind I trusted him instinctively. "Maize," I answered. "Oh, and the cookies are over there." I pointed next to the tree. "Mommy said they're for Santa. Are you Santa?"
He ignored my question, thanking me and going over to eat our homemade sugar cookies. I couldn't help thinking that he certainly didn't need them- he had quite an, ahem, rotund middle already. I just watched him eat silently, still laying on the couch.
When he was done, he belched and turned to me. "Thank you, Maize."
"For what?" I asked.
"For the cookies, of course, and for believing in me."
"So you are Santa."
Again, he avoided the question, instead taking the red hat off his head and placing it on mine. "Here you go, Maize. You can keep it."
I blinked at him, opening my mouth to say thank you, but suddenly finding that I was very tired. My "thanks," turned into a long yawn. Slumping back against the couch pillows, I closed my eyes and fell asleep, not waking until morning.
Later, I was never sure whether my first-Christmas experience had been real or not. Had I dreamed about waking up and meeting Santa? It was a mystery that was never revealed to me.
I did, however, keep the hat I found in the fireplace the next day.

[knifedoq]

Username:
Frost, but yo're welcome to call me Frosty the Snowman :3
Name:
Carmella
Gender: Female
Favorite thing about Christmas:
The fact that I can see al those happy faces when I give, and also the great things I recieve. Also the snow and ice everywhere. It just makes my day to see those things
Art: (optional, though I recommend it)