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♥ Ardra
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♥ Poro
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♥Male
.;Favorite Christmas memory;.
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♥ Poro has many memories he cherishes and keeps close to his heart, but his memories of the Christmas holiday are truly the ones he wishes to never forget. Christmas, being his favorite holiday, holds the most space in his memory bank, as it is such a wonderful time of love and giving. One memory, however, he holds above all the others. He can remember it clearly, the blazing fire crackling in the old, sun bleached fireplace with its cracked bricks and unpolished wood top, the scent of cookies and the sounds of laughter echoed throughout the old, creaking house.
Poro was in the kitchen, with its round, wooden table and the shining redwood chairs, one pulled over to the white stove with its numerous, permanent stains so he could stand atop it and mix the delicious sugar cookie batter in the bowl. His mother and grandmother smiled as their young bean mixed while humming Silent Night, the worn cupboards behind them open from the search for the metal pans. They then moved the dough to the table, and he rolled it out expertly, and watched when he was done as his Gramma claimed to want a turn, but he knew now it was to fix the lumpy dough he had rolled out.
Using different cookie cutters, the dough eventually became snowmen, Christmas trees, ornaments, and lights. He wanted to be the one to watch the cookies, and make sure they were done, so with the help of his Mum he put the cookies in the oven and sat down for the long wait, staring intently at the oven. Something must have happened, he realized now, that had caused his Gramma and Mum to forget about the cookies, and being so young he didn’t know they were done until *he* thought they were done.
Running into his mother he ushered them into the kitchen where in the oven lay the blackened cookies, which he thought was perfectly done. “Mama, Mama I watched ‘em and they’re done, Mama!” he cooed happily, tail swishing from side to side in happiness. He hadn’t missed the exchange of amused smiles from his Mum and Gramma, and thought it was because he had done a beautiful job at watching those pesky cookies.
They iced them as normal, and at the urging of Poro, his Mum called his Da and Grandpa into the kitchen where glasses of milk and one cookie each were passed around. With big, hazel eyes Poro watched intently, a large grin on his face as the four munched on the burnt cookies, and made sounds of enjoyment.
Looking back on it now, Poro knew it had to be terrible to eat those… But with all four of his family members gone, it was one of the only things he could hold onto to remember how they supported him, even when he made terrible, burnt cookies. He can still feel the warmth, the love that the memory held, and he knows with certainty that his parents and grandparents still loved them wherever they were now. In return, he will always keep the memory, their memory, the happiness and joy they brought to his life, alive.
♥ Ardra
.;Name;.
♥ Poro
.;Gender;.
♥Male
.;Favorite Christmas memory;.
(531/600 Words)
♥ Poro has many memories he cherishes and keeps close to his heart, but his memories of the Christmas holiday are truly the ones he wishes to never forget. Christmas, being his favorite holiday, holds the most space in his memory bank, as it is such a wonderful time of love and giving. One memory, however, he holds above all the others. He can remember it clearly, the blazing fire crackling in the old, sun bleached fireplace with its cracked bricks and unpolished wood top, the scent of cookies and the sounds of laughter echoed throughout the old, creaking house.
Poro was in the kitchen, with its round, wooden table and the shining redwood chairs, one pulled over to the white stove with its numerous, permanent stains so he could stand atop it and mix the delicious sugar cookie batter in the bowl. His mother and grandmother smiled as their young bean mixed while humming Silent Night, the worn cupboards behind them open from the search for the metal pans. They then moved the dough to the table, and he rolled it out expertly, and watched when he was done as his Gramma claimed to want a turn, but he knew now it was to fix the lumpy dough he had rolled out.
Using different cookie cutters, the dough eventually became snowmen, Christmas trees, ornaments, and lights. He wanted to be the one to watch the cookies, and make sure they were done, so with the help of his Mum he put the cookies in the oven and sat down for the long wait, staring intently at the oven. Something must have happened, he realized now, that had caused his Gramma and Mum to forget about the cookies, and being so young he didn’t know they were done until *he* thought they were done.
Running into his mother he ushered them into the kitchen where in the oven lay the blackened cookies, which he thought was perfectly done. “Mama, Mama I watched ‘em and they’re done, Mama!” he cooed happily, tail swishing from side to side in happiness. He hadn’t missed the exchange of amused smiles from his Mum and Gramma, and thought it was because he had done a beautiful job at watching those pesky cookies.
They iced them as normal, and at the urging of Poro, his Mum called his Da and Grandpa into the kitchen where glasses of milk and one cookie each were passed around. With big, hazel eyes Poro watched intently, a large grin on his face as the four munched on the burnt cookies, and made sounds of enjoyment.
Looking back on it now, Poro knew it had to be terrible to eat those… But with all four of his family members gone, it was one of the only things he could hold onto to remember how they supported him, even when he made terrible, burnt cookies. He can still feel the warmth, the love that the memory held, and he knows with certainty that his parents and grandparents still loved them wherever they were now. In return, he will always keep the memory, their memory, the happiness and joy they brought to his life, alive.
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