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Petit Papa Noel

The snow swirled around the house, falling in graceful arcs and loops. Andre watched this with the interest of a child at Christmas time, despite seeing a similar sight for over 800 years. He tightened the scarf over his neck and smiled, beginning to sing one of his favorite carols into the cold night.

"C'est la belle nuit de Noël
La neige étend son manteau blanc
Et les yeux levés vers le ciel
À genoux, les petits enfants
Avant de fermer les paupières
Font une dernière prière."

He barely heard the knock at his door and paused in the song to open it. He was met with a swift punch in the gut by none other than Shetland, one of Scotland's sons.

"STAEP SINGIN' LIKE A LASS!" The boy said, crossing his arms and stomping out of the room as Andre tried to recover the air punched from him.
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Frosty the Snowman

"Then we put the hat on, and he should come to life, or so the story says." Andre instructed the younger children as they placed bits of coal onto the snowman. Lewis, the tallest of the group, dusted off a top hat and looked at it "Thes 'll werk?"

Dorra shrugged "I stole the hat from England long ago... so maybe." Oxna laughed at that, tossing a snowball up and down in the air. "Less dae et, then!"

Lewis set the hat on the snowman's head.

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"Well I guess it didn't work." Andre sighed, and moved to take the hat, but was grabbed by a branch arm. Two coal eyes seemed to glow red and a mouth opened, showing sharp teeth.

"I HUNGER." The snowman rumbled out.

Andre and about three hundred other children screamed. Andre ripped himself free and ran with all of the children to the house, barring the doors and windows and screaming to Scotty about demon Snowmen.
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Chestnuts!

Scotty sighed, putting down the newspaper that was the laughingstock of the entire globe.

Chestnut Roasting Causes House Fire.

What was a brilliant idea to roast chestnuts over an open fire ended up disastrous for Baodan Kirkland when one of his children took a particularly hot chestnut and shot it via slingshot at their babysitter, Andre Torres. Torres deflected the projectile, but let it roll onto a pile of paper that quickly caught fire. Luckily firefighters were able to put out the blaze in time, but Torres suffered minor burns as a result of trying to keep the children safe from the blaze.

He looked at the guilty pair of faces below him. "Fook off!" He yelled and both the ginger boy and the blonde country scampered off.
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Mommy kissing Santa?

Andre ran for his life, laughing and dodging the various objects thrown at him as he did. He was a red blur running by, throwing mistletoe every which way on the walls and ceiling, and since apparantly they were covered in a very strong adhesive, they stuck. Andre adjusted the fake beard and kept running calling out "Come on Baodan, only for the song!"

Lewis looked down at Orkney " Wha dedja sae?"

She fidgited "I s-saw papa kessing Santa..."

Lewis laughed as Andre escaped into the night. "Riiiigh'."
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Most Wonderful time of the year!

"So Did you like it?" I smiled as we walked along the cold winter streets.

Scotty looked to me. "I HATE Christmas Carols." She said simply.

I laughed "Exactly! None of these are even close to Christmas carols! It's genius!" I gave a shout as she tripped me, taking my latte in the process.

I landed in a dirty snowbank and sighed, getting up and following after her retreating figure "It's the most wonderful time of the year!"

Description
Petit Papa Noel

The snow swirled around the house, falling in graceful arcs and loops. Andre watched this with the interest of a child at Christmas time, despite seeing a similar sight for over 800 years. He tightened the scarf over his neck and smiled, beginning to sing one of his favorite carols into the cold night.

"C'est la belle nuit de Noël
La neige étend son manteau blanc
Et les yeux levés vers le ciel
À genoux, les petits enfants
Avant de fermer les paupières
Font une dernière prière."

He barely heard the knock at his door and paused in the song to open it. He was met with a swift punch in the gut by none other than Shetland, one of Scotland's sons.

"STAEP SINGIN' LIKE A LASS!" The boy said, crossing his arms and stomping out of the room as Andre tried to recover the air punched from him.
________________________________________________________________________________

Frosty the Snowman

"Then we put the hat on, and he should come to life, or so the story says." Andre instructed the younger children as they placed bits of coal onto the snowman. Lewis, the tallest of the group, dusted off a top hat and looked at it "Thes 'll werk?"

Dorra shrugged "I stole the hat from England long ago... so maybe." Oxna laughed at that, tossing a snowball up and down in the air. "Less dae et, then!"

Lewis set the hat on the snowman's head.

...

...

...

"Well I guess it didn't work." Andre sighed, and moved to take the hat, but was grabbed by a branch arm. Two coal eyes seemed to glow red and a mouth opened, showing sharp teeth.

"I HUNGER." The snowman rumbled out.

Andre and about three hundred other children screamed. Andre ripped himself free and ran with all of the children to the house, barring the doors and windows and screaming to Scotty about demon Snowmen.
___________________________________________________________________

Chestnuts!

Scotty sighed, putting down the newspaper that was the laughingstock of the entire globe.

Chestnut Roasting Causes House Fire.

What was a brilliant idea to roast chestnuts over an open fire ended up disastrous for Baodan Kirkland when one of his children took a particularly hot chestnut and shot it via slingshot at their babysitter, Andre Torres. Torres deflected the projectile, but let it roll onto a pile of paper that quickly caught fire. Luckily firefighters were able to put out the blaze in time, but Torres suffered minor burns as a result of trying to keep the children safe from the blaze.

He looked at the guilty pair of faces below him. "Fook off!" He yelled and both the ginger boy and the blonde country scampered off.
________________________________________________________________________

Mommy kissing Santa?

Andre ran for his life, laughing and dodging the various objects thrown at him as he did. He was a red blur running by, throwing mistletoe every which way on the walls and ceiling, and since apparantly they were covered in a very strong adhesive, they stuck. Andre adjusted the fake beard and kept running calling out "Come on Baodan, only for the song!"

Lewis looked down at Orkney " Wha dedja sae?"

She fidgited "I s-saw papa kessing Santa..."

Lewis laughed as Andre escaped into the night. "Riiiigh'."
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Most Wonderful time of the year!

"So Did you like it?" I smiled as we walked along the cold winter streets.

Scotty looked to me. "I HATE Christmas Carols." She said simply.

I laughed "Exactly! None of these are even close to Christmas carols! It's genius!" I gave a shout as she tripped me, taking my latte in the process.

I landed in a dirty snowbank and sighed, getting up and following after her retreating figure "It's the most wonderful time of the year!"