Most people looked at it and saw ruin. Abandoned lives. Time passed by. He looked at it and saw renewal. Old beams in new rooms. Weathered planks becoming a new table. Rusted fixtures brought back to life for another century. History lives on, past is present - someone needs to care. #mpotd
The forecast had been a mistake. They said barely any snow, but here we were with several inches on the ground and still going. It made a perfect day for watching the snow fall, but a horrible day for getting work done. Well, it's been a crazy week, so why not go full hygge! #mpotd
This would be the place. They only had to harvest a few trees, and those would become the walls and roof and furniture of the hut. Minimal intrusion on the Wood. Their new Witch would have her home. She'd have to enchant her own chicken feet, though. Their last try did not go well. #mpotd
It was a lot of stairs. And a huge sack. Normally he'd just pop off the sleigh with a few gifts, drop off under the trees, and hop back on. But with the city so built up with hi-rise apartment blocks, he had to use the garage and carry everything upstairs. Good thing he didn't skip leg day. #mpotd
You can't just pretend to be Nice. He knows of course. He doesn't judge, mind you, he'll just nudge you on the right path with a twinkle in his eye, and you'll have all the feels for disappointing him. You have a chance, though, he checks his list twice! Santa's coming to town. #mpotd
Dec 12/13 He couldn't deny he'd made a mistake. He was invited to perform in the pantomime and figured he'd be dressed up as a dame, or maybe part of a horse. When he realized it was a vampire's pantomime and he was playing the punchbowl, he got nervous. Christmas bites have a new meaning. #mpotd
This didn't work out the way I planned, she thought. She had put the presents under the tree, ate a cookie, drank the eggnog (well, she hit the sidebar first, 'natch). Then she heard the kids running footsteps. Shit, she had to get out of sight. That left the window. Holly was not jolly. #mpotd
The village slumbered under a cover of snow, the children asleep in their beds. Sugarplums danced, reindeer pranced, and lovers romanced, enjoying the crackle of the fireplace flames. Gingerbread baking, eggnog in the making, there was no faking the holiday spirit. Winter wonderland. #mpotd
Dec 8/9 At the risk of getting the Men of the Internet wound up, the ladies of the Great Ottersly Amateur Dramatic Society wish to remind you Santa's reindeer are actually females. And to get your partner that thing she really wanted. Maybe do the laundry. Call your mom.
