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The twinkly lights at work made Karla that much more eager for the holidays. As did getting Sookie's email in her inbox. Using the ipod she'd gotten from Dinah, Karla turned on some Christmas carols and began trying to sing along, which mostly resulted in a lot of 'something something's' and 'lalalalala's.'

Though that one carol with a bunch of Fa-la-la-la's? She had that one down.

Looking around for something Christmassy to do at the store, Karla caught sight of a few items in back that made her decide to make a nativity scene, just like she'd seen on the teevee recently. It was a brilliant plan! What could possibly go wrong?!

Karla often had 'brilliant plans.' Very rarely did she actually have second thoughts, and, even more rarely did she listen to them. But as she was gathering up the requisite items for her sex toy nativity, that often-ignored little voice in the back of her head asked her if this was really as clever an idea as she'd originally assumed. Was it possible, just possible that this might even be Not Appropriate?

After a few moments of consideration, Karla started putting things away, having decided the holiday lights and the display she'd set up last month were festive enough.

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Enjoy her rendition of Christmas carols

Cloud had grown to be Very Wise, and so he pretended not to hear the singing. Mostly because he didn't understand a thing, and felt like he should.

"Hey", called as he entered. "Still around?"

At least she was carrying the tune well, even if the lyrics were somewhat uninspired. "Nope!" she called cheerily. "I left yesterday!"

Snart-ass.

He wasn't about to frown due to her good mood, of course. "Am I talking to some handy illusion prepared for Karla, then? Like an answering machine with snarky answers?"

He could play, too.

"I am the ghost of Winsol future...." she intoned, waggling her fingers spookily. "But just as sassy, so you know it's really me."

"I've seen that movie." He made it sound as quite the big deal. "You call it Winsol back home?" He couldn't relate it to anything he knew. "And it's good to know it's you, because it would be too weird to talk with a sassy answering machine." Another thing for the list of weird things he was happy to avoid.

"Big celebration awaiting you?"

"I just got invited to go to a friend's house for the holiday," Karla said, bouncing a bit. "Sookie's, which means there will be so many baked goods. It'll be woooooooonderful."

Mmmm. Karla knew the real secret of Christmas was cookies.

"And Winsol is my people's big, winter holiday," she added. "Thirteen nights of feasting and dancing and parties. We dance for the honor and glory of Witch. But it's like Christmas in some ways. We even decorate trees!"

It was almost like a fantasy-version of Christmas or something! Except that was silly, because Karla's holiday was much older.

"Sounds like a good place to spend the holidays." Yes, baked goods were a key ingredient in a good Christmas party.

"Thirteen days?" Forgive him while he just stared in disbelief. "That's quite a party..." Like quite a party. "And you give gifts every day too?" What? It was worth asking.

"Not usually," Karla said laughing. "You mostly see your friends and family within the first few days and then the later ones are for bigger, more public parties. Though you can space the presents out over thirteen days if you wanted to, I'm sure."

She's in and out today, checking on Mini-Morton.

Around but veeeeeery slow.

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