fandomtownies | The Magic Box, Thursday

"Yes, of course, Santa," Jenkins said, leaning against the sales counter with his phone and only occasionally rolling his eyes at the ceiling. "I'd love to join you on your post-holiday vacation. I'm sure the Librarians will do just fine taking care of your sleigh." He was not sure of that at all, but if Santa got any more high strung, Gretchen was going to somehow find a way to hold Jenkins personally responsible. "You know, you should invite Colonel Baird and Mr. Flynn along as well." Hopefully as a buffer between Santa's terrible taste in dance music and Jenkins' poor ears. "They'll be honored."

He made a touch more small talk, told Santa to be sure to give Gretchen his love ("Not like that, that's been over for centuries") and finally hung up.

"Oh shiny balls that man can talk." He rolled his eyes one last time, then went back to work -- only to be set upon by a living snowman determined to give him a hug.

Sometimes he rather hated Christmas. . . .

[JENKINS HAS NEW CANON HAPPENING AND GOD HELP ME I'M GOING TO MAKE HIM DO SOME OF IT. Also, open!]