#Santa letters from north pole

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Santa will answer your boy’s or girl’s letter...

[mangled-by-disuse]

i just have to rant about the elf on a shelf for a sec

(why? i've never had one, i don't have kids and if i did that wee smug snitching fucker would still not feature in my life. AND YET so many of my parent friends are stressed out of their minds over the damn thing)

but like. I know the obvious (and correct) take is that the elf on the shelf is horrifying because it primes small children to accept constant surveillance as not only normal but positively benign, and the elf on the shelf is a fucking grass.

but I think there are more practical, sometimes more pernicious ways that it affects all aspects of the Christmas season, to whit:

Adding stress. like for fucking real do parents of small children not have enough to do in december must we also make it a social norm to move a doll into interesting places and keep it out of reach of pets and whatever the fuck else.

Making Santa less magical. like ok back in my day Santa did not need to send spies. Santa just knows shit. Santa does not require practical explanations. Santa is a jolly old elf who is slightly less omniscient than Jesus but only because he's seasonal. How does Santa know if you've been naughty or nice if the elves don't tell him? because he's fucking SANTA CLAUS that's it that's the whole reason. stop bringing your empiricism and logic into my childhood whimsy. Also, relatedly:

Giving children a loophole. The elf on a shelf is how Santa knows whether to bring you presents, yes? the elf on a shelf spies on children to feed back to Santa on whether they have been naughty or nice? Q.E.D. if I am sure that the elf is NOT in eyeline, I can be as naughty as I want and Santa will never know. is what I would absolutely have concluded as a child, thereby spoiling any positive behavioural effects of Santa mythos. or i would have attempted to bribe the elf. or... make him go away.

Preparing children for a lifetime of performance evaluations (derogatory). because I want to be clear that I do in fact have a problem with the underlying concept of "he knows if you've been bad or good" in the first place. shut up. another way in which santa is like jesus is that he doesn't actually need to care if you were Good. in my humble opinion Santa Claus doesn't give a fuck about your behaviour he just likes to give presents to children as many lonely old people do. (also binaries of good and bad are pretty harmful actually imo, where is the boundary for "naughty" and does it perhaps undermine the behavioural guidance if you are consistently told that Santa's love is conditional BUT that you have never once failed to pass the conditions? anyway we're getting off the topic at hand.)

Adding yet more plastic tat to the "necessary Christmas traditions" box. yes yes i am decades behind the times in complaining about the commercialisation of christmas. but i am also passionately frustrated by it. ooh we must have chocolate advent calendars (plastic trays)! we must have an elf on the shelf! we must go to a christmas market and buy more tat! let's have a christmas eve box and a (plastic) ugly christmas jumper and fucking. christmas earrings we'll wear one day a year and then lose. more! more christmas tat!!! MORE, I SAY!!!

Why he look like that?

it's such a punchable face. and yet, too small to punch. i see your unseemly enjoyment of your espionage, you perverted wee fucker. you delight in the suffering of overworked parents and overseen children alike. you disgust me.

anyway fuck elf on a shelf end broadcast

[cowboycatss]

JOLLY news from the zones tumbleweeds: it looks like jet-star and the kobra kid had a RIDE with RUDOLPH that went all NORTH POLE and uh, got themselves MILK, COOKIES out on SANTA’S SLEIGH. so it’s time to hit the MAILBOX and SEND YOUR LETTERS TO SANTA. keep your GIFTS WRAPPED, keep your STOCKINGS HUNG, and CAROL with your mask on if you’ve got to. here is the traffic 🦌🛷🎅🏽🎄🌵🏜️

[woso-dreamzzz]

Heart: Christmas

Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: Christmas with Sunshine

"You looking forward to it?" Frido asks as she crouches down at your side in training. "Santa's coming soon. Have your mummies made you write your letter yet?"

You look up from your colouring book, pausing in the movement of dragging the pink crayon over the mermaid picture. "We did them with our teacher," You answer, nodding to yourself as you switch from pink to purple.

"Has it been sent yet?"

You frown. "Where is it meant to go?"

Frido laughs, fondly pushing your hair out of your face. "To the North Pole."

"Oh." You look down at your colouring book. "I've never sent a letter before. Santa always just knows what I want." You rub at your chest, where the Santa Heart from last year beats.

You hadn't needed to write him a fancy letter to send off to the North Pole. He had just known you needed a special new heart like how the doctors knew and how Ingrid and Mapi knew.

He just did and he'd delivered.

He'd gotten you the new heart that's been in your chest for nearly a whole year now.

You frown a little, trying to work your mind through the idea of sending a letter to Santa.

"Does everyone send a letter to him?"

"Oh, yes," Frido says, nodding her head as she hands you the orange crayon you'd pointed at," Everyone."

"Even you?"

"Even me."

"What did you ask him for?"

"I asked...I asked for my boyfriend to cook us some good food?"

You scrawl the orange crayon across the little crab at the corner of the mermaid page. "That's a good idea." You swap your crayon for green to colour in the seaweed. "And everyone has sent their letters already?"

"They have."

"Can I ask what other people asked for?"

"Sure, let's go."

Ingrid smiles from a distance as Frido leads you around the pitch while everyone takes a water break

She can't quite imagine what her and Mapi's life would have been without you now that it's coming up to a year since you had received your new heart.

She can't imagine what would have been different if she hadn't met you in that hospital bed. She can't quite imagine what the team would be like without you around either, a little breath of fresh air with an even smaller camera in your hands clicking away at every possible moment.

The same little hands that hold your favourite camera now tug at Ingrid's shorts until she looks down.

"What did you ask for in your Santa letter?" You ask.

"Huh? My Santa letter?"

"Yeah, Ingrid," Frido says pointedly," The Santa letter that everyone writes and sends off to Santa."

"Oh, yeah!" Ingrid catches on quickly," That Santa letter! Well...I asked Santa to make sure that me, you and your Mami have a good day on Christmas and get to sleep in before presents!"

You nod along with a little furrow in your brow, like you're trying to commit it to memory or something.

You grab onto Ingrid's legs quickly, squeezing them into a hug before hurrying off across the pitch to where Alexia is talking to Irene and Marta - no doubt to ask them the same question.

You don't ever really explain why you went around asking everyone what they wrote in their Santa letters and Ingrid's content to let her curiosity go unquenched with that one.

It's not an overwhelmingly pressing issue to her. It's one she only thinks briefly of when the team come over for a Christmas party before everyone goes home for the holidays.

You're sat at the little coffee table in front of the tv, enraptured by another kid's movie that Alexia's set Mija up next to you to watch.

Mapi sits next to Ingrid on the sofa, filling up her wine glass again when she thinks Ingrid isn't looking.

"Do we think we got her everything she asked for?" Mapi asks, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth," I don't want her to have anything missing from her pile."

"We've got everything," Ingrid assures her," Trust me. Absolutely everything she asked for, we've gotten her."

"Even that Barbie camera that prints off the photos? I don't remember wrapping it! Do you think they'll still have it in the store?" Mapi stands up suddenly, the words flooding out of her mouth so quickly that Ingrid nearly struggles to keep up. "I'll head out now and check. Don't wait up for me. I might be a while."

Ingrid pulls her back down. "My parents got it for her. It's in the pile."

"Definitely?" Mapi checks. "They confirmed it? They bought her the actual one she liked, yeah? Not like a knock off version?"

Ingrid laughs. "They got her the proper one. I checked."

Mapi finally breathes a sigh of relief at that, settling back down into her seat for a moment before slipping off the sofa to join you and Alexia's daughter on the floor with the movie.

"You know I love you right, sunshine?" She mumbles into your hair and you peer back to look at her.

"I know," You say," I love you and Mama too."

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh! I'm glad Santa gave you to me."

"I'm glad Santa gave you to us too."

You turn then, fully into Mapi's lap as you look at her.

"I wrote a letter to Santa," You say," My teacher helped. Is it too late to send?"

Mapi shakes her head. "It's never too late to send. Why don't you go and get it and me and Mama will get ready to post it?"

The letter is written on a tiny scrap of paper when you return from your bedroom, holding it out in front of you as you wait for Mapi and Ingrid to prepare the envelope for it to go into.

You decorate it with little stickers and Ingrid helps you write Santa's address on it before bundling you up in your coat, hat and scarf to walk down to the post box on the street.

"Mama," You ask," Can you lift me please?"

Ingrid lifts you up easily in her arms so you're just tall enough to reach the post box to slip your letter inside.

"And Santa will get it before Christmas? I'm sorry I left it late," You ask as you're tucked into bed that night.

"You know," Mapi says as she pulls the covers all the way up to your chin," Every night before Christmas, Santa's elves go to all the post boxes in the world to check for his letters and they bring them all back that night!"

"Really?"

"Really," Ingrid agrees, gently locking the door to Starshine and Moonshine's cage," And Santa reads them with a mug of warm milk and cookies so he can prepare for Christmas."

"So he'll be able to make sure he can definitely do what I've asked for?"

Mapi smiles, crossing her fingers and hoping that what you've written in the letter is something that's already been bought for you. "What did you ask for?"

"For everyone else to get what they asked him for. I took it back to school and my teacher helped me write what everyone wanted so Santa doesn't forget."

"You're so sweet," Ingrid says.

"And Santa will make sure everyone gets what they wanted?"

"He will. I'm sure he's so grateful that you reminded him."

You nod, settling down in bed. "Good. No one should be sad on Christmas."

[tomicscomics]

12/27/2024

He's about to deck your halls.

The saints' RPG adventure continues every Monday and Friday through December!

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JOKE-OGRAPHY: 1. Continuing from the last few cartoons, an angel is running a fantasy RPG for some saints in heaven, namely Sts. Thomas Aquinas, Joan of Arc, Francis of Assisi, and Nicholas of Myra. At long last, they've all introduced their characters. Surely they'll finally get to play the game now! 2. St. Nicholas was an ancient bishop whose legends of gift-giving became the inspiration for the modern Santa Claus. The name "Santa Claus" even comes from a foreign pronunciation of "Saint Nicholas." In stories, Santa lives at the North Pole and is known for having a magnificent white beard. In fantasy, dwarves are also known for their beards, but also for their compound-word surnames ("Beardhammer," "Oakenshield," "Hearthstone," etc.). Thus, St. Nick makes a dwarf character named Klaus (as in Santa Claus) Northbeard. 3. St. Nick is also known for slapping a priest named Arius at the Council of Nicaea in 325 A.D. At that Council, Arius shared his heretical view that Jesus did not have the same, equally divine substance as God the Father, but was instead a creation with a similar but inferior substance. According to legend, St. Nick, who was a bishop at the council, was so enraged by Arius's heresy that he slapped the man in front of everyone. Thus, in this cartoon, Nick references his impulsiveness and temper and creates a barbarian character, because -- according to RPG-logic -- barbarians can channel their rage into superhuman strength. 4. At the council, the fathers used the Greek term "homoousios" (same substance) for the orthodox belief that Jesus was of the same substance as the Father, and the term "homoiousios" (similar substance) for the Arian belief that Jesus was of a similar but inferior substance. In this cartoon, Francis notes that Nick's character description could technically apply to both Nick's character and also Nick himself. To this, Nick says they have the same substance, but Thomas argues that they have similar but different substances, because Nick is not the exact same as his character. To describe this difference, Thomas is about to use the word "homoiousios." However, Nick dislikes that word due to its use by the Arians, so he throttles Thomas while shouting, "Why iota...!" He shouts this because it sounds like, "Why I oughta...!" which is something people shout when they're flying into a rage (as in, "Why, I ought to strike you!"), but instead of "I oughta" he says "iota", because the difference between the words "homoousios" (which he likes) and "homoiousios" (which he hates) is a single Greek letter: an iota. 5. As Nick assaults Thomas, the angel shouts, "Hey! No PvP!" In game terms, "PvP" stands for "Player vs. Player," describing games or game modes where the players face off against each other instead of working cooperatively or fighting against fake enemies and Non-Player Characters.

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　CHRISTMAS BLURB

dad!matt sturniolo x reader

Y/N and Matt set up the house on christmas eve after their daughter goes to bed 🎄🎅

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The warmth of the fireplace crackled softly in the background, a cozy contrast to the chill of the snowstorm outside. Y/N and Matt sat together on their plush red-ish couch in the living room, their Christmas tree glowing brightly with a rainbow of twinkling lights and ornaments they had collected over the years. The scent of pine mingled with the faint sweetness of cookies left out on the table by their daughter just hours ago, complete with a small glass of milk.

Their daughter, Ava, had been bubbling with excitement all evening, her little voice ringing out as she read her letter to Santa aloud for them one last time. She had written it a week ago, complete with adorable misspellings, before carefully sealing it in an envelope addressed to the North Pole. After she had set out the cookies and milk, Y/N had carried her upstairs, humming a soft Christmas carol until she drifted off into her holiday dreams.

Now, the real magic began.

"Okay, so step one." Matt whispered over the gentle hum of the Alexa speaker on the kitchen counter, softly playing "Silent Night", leaning over the coffee table with a pen in his hand.

He grabbed the paper they had carefully tucked away earlier and began drafting the reply from Santa.

"What should Santa say to her? I don’t want to disappoint her, but I also don’t want to sound too over the top."

Y/N laughed softly, leaning over to look at what he’d written, her hand finding home on his hair, turning it messier than it already was.

"Matt, she’s six. Over the top is the bare minimum for Santa Claus."

"Right, right." Matt muttered, tapping the pen against his pouty lips in thought. He scrawled a new line in his handwriting. "How’s this? 'Dear Ava, Thank you so much for your beautiful letter! Mrs. Claus and I loved reading about all the kind things you’ve done this year'."

"It’s good." Y/N said, nodding with approval. "Make sure Santa says how proud he is of her for being such a good big helper to us. She loves hearing that."

Matt grinned.

"Got it. Santa’s totally her biggest fan." He finished the letter and held it up for Y/N to inspect.

She read it aloud, her voice soft.

"'I hope you enjoy the surprises I left under your tree. Remember to keep being the amazing, kind, and thoughtful little person you are. Merry Christmas! Love, Santa'." She smiled at Matt. "You’re good at this. Maybe you should moonlight as Santa’s secretary."

"Don’t tempt me." Matt joked, folding the letter and slipping it into a red envelope.

Next, they set the floor. Y/N carefully grabbed the glittering bag of artificial snow from their Christmas stash and handed it to Matt.

"I love this part so much."

Matt crouched by the fireplace, dusting a liberal amount of snow on the hearth, making it look like Santa had just stepped through the chimney. Then, he stood up, sliding his Prada boots on and stepping into the snow. He left a trail leading the fireplace to the table with the cookies and milk, and finally to the tree.

Y/N shook her head at his exaggerated movements, smiling.

"You’re such a dork."

"Well, you married me." He teased, winking at her, straightening up and looking at his work. "What do you think?"

"It’s adorable." She said, crossing her arms in front of her red sweater. "Now, the cookies. Don’t forget to leave a bite."

"Right." Matt agreed, grabbing a cookie and taking a large, exaggerated chomp. He replaced the bitten cookie back on the plate and downed the milk with a long gulp. "Santa’s full. And he’s gotta go deliver more presents."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Was the cookie good?" She asked, briefly looking at the slightly deformed cookie they baked earlier with Ava.

"It was delicious." Matt smiled softly, pulling her close for a quick kiss before they got back to work.

Together, they placed the beautifully wrapped presents under the tree, making sure each one was strategically positioned to create the illusion of Santa’s careful delivery. Y/N made sure to add a few extra bows to the larger ones, while Matt adjusted the smaller ones for maximum effect.

As they stepped back to admire their work, Matt sighed, draping an arm around Y/N’s waist.

"Do you think she'll believe it? Like, really believe it?"

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with the glow of the Christmas lights.

"Of course, she will. This is magic to her, Matt. It’s magic to me, too."

Matt smiled, his heart full.

"I can’t wait to see her face tomorrow morning."

They sat on the couch for a moment longer, basking in the peacefulness and stillness of the house - something they rarely experienced these days. Y/N broke the silence with a quiet laugh.

"Chris and Nick are going to lose their minds when they see all this tomorrow."

"Chris is going to leave the whole house covered in fake snow." Matt said with a grin. "And act like it’s my fault."

"And Nick will probably try to eat all of Ava’s cookies." Y/N added, shaking her head while looking at the plate full of cookies above the kitchen counter.

They both chuckled, imagining the chaos of Christmas lunch the next day, but for now, the house was quiet, and everything felt perfect.

Matt squeezed Y/N’s hand.

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

"Merry Christmas." Y/N replied, leaning her head against his shoulder. They sat together, the glowing tree casting a warm light over the room, as snow continued to fall softly outside.

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merry christmas, lovelies ❤️

[gabessquishytum]

Every Santa has a Mrs. Claus, just two problems with that for Hob, Son of Santa -- 1. he's hardly been in the normal world to meet anyone....there was that one possibility when he got to attend college, but that seemed a non-starter because 2. Hob is most emphatically gay, and his potential "Mrs. Claus" was his glorious best MALE friend, Morpheus Atéleiotos.

Hob has never discussed, with his father....Santa.... , the whole "gay" and in love with his best friend, who he had to leave after their graduation from college, thing, and it's not that he thinks Santa, his father, would have a problem with Hob being gay, it's just a...complication,... that Hob has put off discussing. Not to mention how awkward it would have been to just bring up the whole Mrs. Claus situation to Morpheus. He would have had Hob committed.

And Morpheus, in Hob's opinion, would make have made an excellent "Mrs. Claus," not just as Hob's better half, but with all the creativity and care taking he would have been able to provide all the denizens of the magical North Pole. But Hob had to leave, disappeared really, and even if he could convince his father that a male Mrs. Claus was a great thing...... Morpheus probably doesn't want anything to do with Hob. Besides, Morpheus was a total catch, he had to have been snapped up by some more deserving person, than Hob!

Morpheus might miss his weirdly sheltered college best friend a lot as well; he might have even sent a wedding invitation (to a marriage that didn't last....but got him a slightly Christmas obsessed son) that got returned, and hoped that his friend would return to him...........Orpheus might have written Santa to get his dad a best friend for Christmas.

This is amazing - I am deeply invested in the idea of Hob being Santa. I don't know if everyone has seen the movie Arthur Christmas, but it's one of my favourites. I'm imagining Hob as rather like Arthur - super invested in Christmas traditions, but a little clumsy and niave. Which is why he obviously needs Morpheus as his Mrs Claus, because Morpheus is super sensible and grounded.

Hob comes across Orpheus's letter and because of Christmas Magic, he immediately knows that Orpheus's Dad is Morpheus! Hob’s heart breaks a bit, as Orpheus's letter outlines how he really would like a bike for Christmas, but he doesn't NEED one... so he's asking for a friend for his dad instead. It's more important.

Hob has a brilliant idea to disguise himself as a regular mall Santa and show up in Morpheus’s hometown - then they can coincidentally bump into each other and reignite their friendship! Hob would love to be more than a friend to Morpheus, if he's being honest. But at the moment, friendship is the most important thing.

Of course, Hob is Hob - so his clever plan to meet Morpheus again possibly goes through a few bumps and snags along the way... but Christmas Magic always pulls through in the end. And there might just be a convenient sprig of mistletoe to help Hob to finally get his Mrs Claus... Morpheus sure is in for a surprise!

[space-station-nursery]

◜ 🎅🏻𓂃 Christmas Activities! ‧ 🎁◞

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Hello snowflakes! Some people really love Christmas but don't really know what to do for it! Below are some suggestions from us oh what you can do, for the Christmas holiday

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⧼ ✉️ ⧽ Write your letter to Santa !

No matter what age, grab some paper and something to write with, and send a letter to Santa ! [123 Elf Road, North Pole, 88888]. Remember to write your address on the envelope and send it before Christmas !!

⧼ 🦌 ⧽ Visit your local zoo for Christmas lights !

Some zoo's [like mine, and FD's] Decorate the zoo with beautiful lights to walk through and super cute decorations!!! Check out your nearest zoo this year and see if they will be hosting Christmas lights

⧼ 🎄 ⧽ Decorate Your Christmas tree !

Whether you're doing this with your CG or with family, set a date and time to play some Christmas music, and decorate the tree!

⧼ 📜 ⧽ Write a Christmas list !

Some family, or even your CG might be wondering what you want for Christmas. Give them some ideas by writing a Christmas list of all the cute things you might want! Do not re-write and post as own

⧼ 🍪 ⧽ Bake holiday cookies or other goodies !

The holidays is the best smelling time of the year. Spread some joy and create new holiday dishes or create some simple Christmas cookies you enjoy!

⧼ 🧸 ⧽ Donate used toys or clothes !

The most common for this is "Toys for Tots", but also consider nearby shelters, One simple wish, or even begin your own in your neighborhood!! Please, DO NOT donate to salvation army, they will put away "good items" or expensive ones for themselves, and are known to mark up a lot of their items to then be unaffordable for those who need it

⧼ 🏠 ⧽ Decorate a Gingerbread house !

Many retail sellers have gingerbread kits you can buy, fully decked with frosting and candy !! If you want anything else, definitely check out some other isles for sprinkles, candy and anything else you'd like !

⧼ ❄️ ⧽ Visit a Christmas town/Market !

Some places have Christmas pop-up markets or towns! These pop-up areas may have some small rides, food, and other Christmas themed items for purchase. Its a fun experience, even if you dont buy anything!!

⧼ 🖍️ ⧽ Write/Send Christmas cards !

Christmas cards are easy, and customizable to whoever you're sending it too. Make some for friends or family, and send them out for a little holiday cheer!

⧼ 🌟 ⧽ Decorate your room !

Take some time and use any small Christmas items you have to decorate your room to also feel as festive as the Christmas tree!

⧼ ✂️ ⧽ Try out some holiday Crafts !

Holiday crafts are the perfect way to pass time especially as it begins to snow in many places. The good thing about these crafts, is many use stationary you already have at home, and can be used to create decorations for your tree, or room!!

⧼ 🎁 ⧽ Do some Holiday shopping !

If you saved some money, go and look for some small gifts your family or CG may enjoy! Shopping online is also ok for this too!

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18+ blogs // DD!LG, AB!DL and variants [even "SFW"] // 27 and older // DNI

Fact OTD: All the gifts in the Twelve Days of Christmas would equal 364 gifts.

[psychoticallykind]

Jegumas Day Twenty-Two - Santa Claus

865 words

@noblehouseofgay

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“I’m sorry -” Regulus stopped, staring at his husband with concern. “You want to let someone break into our house and leave things for Harry to open?”

“No,” James shook his head. “No - no one is actually coming in, Reg. It’s a myth. Santa Claus doesn’t really exist.”

“He’s a mythical person who makes toys from his castle in the North Pole and flies around the whole world in one night, breaking into everyone’s houses through the chimney and leaving gifts?” Regulus checked, reiterating what he’d been told.

James looked like he wanted to protest. “Yes? And he’s magical.”

“He’s a wizard?” Regulus asked, skeptical.

“Um.” James winced. “Not exactly, no. He’s a muggle myth.”

“A muggle myth,” Regulus echoed. “Why do they want a strange man dropping down their chimney? Why do you?”

“I -” James closed his eyes, looking a bit more stressed than he had before Regulus had asked what on Earth Effie had meant when she had Harry write a letter to ‘Santa Claus’.

“It’s a belief, Reg. A pretend muggle story. Mum and Dad wanted me to know about muggle culture, so they told me about Santa Claus, and now they’re showing Harry,” James said patiently.

“They’re lying to him,” Regulus pointed out. “We don’t lie to Harry. You hate it when someone suggests we lie to Harry.”

“No one is lying to Harry,” James assured him. “He knows that Santa is a muggle myth. He just likes the fun of it, Reg. It’s just fun.”

Regulus didn’t understand how it was fun to pretend someone was always spying on you so that they could put you on a ‘nice’ or a ‘naughty’ list. “Uh-huh.”

James gave him a pleading look. “It’s like - he’s like a collective imaginary friend. It’s a play pretend game, Reg. Except that a lot of muggle children believe that he’s real until they get a bit older.”

“But Harry knows the truth,” Regulus said. Making sure.

James nodded. “Harry knows.”

Regulus nodded back. He still didn’t see the point of Santa Claus, but if Harry was having fun with it, then maybe it was alright. “Okay.”

“Really?” James asked, shoulders dropping in relief. “It’s okay?”

“Yes,” Regulus replied. “He’s having fun, and he won’t get hurt from us lying to him, so it’s alright.”

James dropped his head into his hands. “Oh thank Merlin.”

Regulus laughed, moving closer and pulling James up so he could hug him. “I didn’t realize you were so stressed about it.”

James curled up against his side. “I really didn’t want to tell Mum and Dad that they had to stop doing things with Santa.”

Regulus felt his heart skip a beat. “You’d have done that?”

His voice came out strange - a little high-pitched, a little strangled. But he couldn’t help it, even as James looked up at him in obvious concern. “You’d have - just because I was against it?”

It was unthinkable. Impossible. He’d never imagined that James would change any family traditions to suit Regulus’s preferences. That would be unrealistic and selfish to expect. It would be unfair.

“Of course, I would,” James said quietly. He sat up a bit to meet Regulus’s eyes, as sincere as he always was. “Regulus. You’re Harry’s parent. You have a say in how we raise him. If you don’t want to celebrate Christmas with Santa Claus, then we won’t. If you have a problem, we’ll work on it. You’re an important part of this family, and your opinion matters.”

Regulus blinked to clear his vision, lost for words.

James smiled, one hand moving to the back of Regulus’s head and pulling him into a soft, sweet kiss. Regulus melted into it, letting the warmth envelop him, letting it sink into everything he was.

They were both breathing a little faster when they pulled apart.

James was looking at him, hazel eyes blown wide but still so, so soft. “You matter.”

Regulus’s breath caught, eyes flying shut to hide how close he was to tears.

It didn’t work, but he hadn’t expected it to. Not with James, who knew him better than anyone in the world.

Their positions switched - James hugging Regulus close, dark curls against a burgundy sweater.

“You matter, Regulus. You’re important and loved and you matter so, so much to all of us.”

Light pressure rubbed up and down his arms, his back. Reassuring touches as he fell apart a little bit. He wasn’t used to this yet. He thought maybe he should be - it had been years with James, with Harry, with people who loved him and accepted him.

But sometimes he got caught off guard by how much they loved him. By the sheer amount of compassion and respect and empathy they all had to offer.

Sometimes he wasn’t sure he really deserved to be here, with James, hearing all of these wonderful things.

But slowly, he was changing that. He was learning that he deserved nice things. Like love, maybe. Because when James said the was loved, he felt it.

And with every soft repetition - you are important, you’re loved, you matter - Regulus believed it a little more.

[torchflies]

Mav and Sli are frequent flyers of the naughty list and get some serious side eye from the elves at the North Pole.

Oh ABSOLUTELY 😂😂😂😂

Ice is over there being Jewish and doesn't realize that there’s a whole Hanukkah wing, Chinese New Year, Kwanzaa and one for Eid too. 😂😆 As well as a bunch of others.

Santa (Jake’s Dad) has a soft spot for Mav though, and when they’re all chatting at the end of the visit, at the end of Christmas Day, he snaps his fingers and an old letter appears in his hand — one that’s all wrinkled and addressed To Santa in faded graphite pencil.

Everyone is staring, but Mav already knows what’s in it — his face is bright scarlet as Santa (retired) passes the letter to the new Santa (Jake) and Jake gets to deliver a gift fifty-odd years in the making.

He grabs Mav in a huge hug and says: Look around, Mav. Merry fucking Christmas, Captain.

Dear Santa,

All I want for Christmas is a big family of people who love me as much as I love them.

Petey Mitchell

[featherandferns]

day 5/24 - obx christmas countdown

‘He’s the little boy that Santa Claus forgot, and goodness knows, he didn’t want a lot’ - Nat King Cole, The Little Boy That Santa Claus Forgot | angst-fluff

There’s a wonder-like joy that overcomes every girl and boy on Christmas Eve and Day. A round bellied old man with a beard white as snow and suit as red as rubies, who rides a magic sleigh that flies through the air, piled high with presents of all shapes and sizes. Quirky reindeer guide him through the night, their hooves never once touching ground, with rhyming names and shiny red noses at the head of the group. You write a letter and list all the things your heart desires, and send it off to the North Pole. You hunker down in your bed and will yourself to sleep despite the pounding excitement in your chest knowing that he’s on his way! 

JJ loved Christmas. He loved the glitter and the glitz of the lights and decorations. His dad never did much bother with it but the department stores in town, especially those in Figure Eight - boy, oh, boy, did they go all out! The town centre had a huge tree decorated from head to toe and at school they’d make crafts and cards. JJ had worked tirelessly on the one for his dad, made out of red and gold crinkle paper. He loved the food and the feasts. The turkey and the stuffing and the pies and cakes. His dad never did much bother with it but Pope’s dad went all out! It was mouth watering, the smells the kitchen filled with. Leftover sandwiches were part of the holiday, to JJ. He loved the music and the movies. His dad never did much bother with it but John B insisted on watching the Snoopy Christmas Special every year, without fail. They’d indulge in popcorn and candies and make their way through all the classic holiday flicks. Yes, it was safe to say that JJ loved Christmas. 

Whilst JJ’s dad didn’t care about the traditions, he was always there Christmas morning. There were gifts under the tree and his dad would lounge on the sofa and watch JJ unwrap them, nodding in approval and grunting in acknowledgement. On really good years, he’d show an interest in trying out some of the toys. One time he even bought JJ a fishing rod of his own. That was the best Christmas ever. 

On Christmas Eve on JJ’s eighth year, he followed the rules. He’d written his letter plenty in advance and mailed his off with Pope and John B’s. He’d gone to Church and said his prayers and sang the hymns for Jesus. Finally, he’d laid out two biscuits (they were a little stale but he was sure Santa wouldn’t mind all that much!) and a carrot for Rudolph (though he hoped the other reindeer might get a nibble too), and a glass of milk as per requirement. Then, he’d scampered off to bed and pulled the cover up to his chin, and squeezed his eyes shut until sleep willed him under. 

When JJ woke up on Christmas Day, he shot up like he’d drank fifteen cups of coffee. It was light outside and his blinking alarm clock told him it was morning. He threw the blanket off him and jumped down onto the floor from his bed. His bare feet smacked loudly against the hard wooden floors as he raced into the living room, grinning, brimming with excitement. 

Then, he slowed to a stop. 

The milk was still there. Not a drop missing. The biscuits were too, as was the carrot. JJ’s heart sank deep into his stomach. His eyes scanned over to the tree, barren of decorations, wilting at the leaves. Nothing. Not a single parcel or present. Not a giftbag or toy. No fishing rod. Only the handmade Christmas card JJ had made his dad. 

Maybe…Maybe Santa was just running late. He had the entire world to get too, of course. Yes, yeah, that’s what it’ll be. His dad will know. 

JJ walks to his dad’s bedroom door and pauses outside for sounds of life. No snores. He knocks twice then eases the door open on creaking hinges. The bed is empty, devoid of any sign that his dad had slept there at all. Maybe he was out collecting food for dinner. Yes, sure, they were going to have a proper Christmas dinner! 

Despite his attempts for optimism, JJ feels his spirits sagging with every step back to his bedroom. He dresses in silence. Pulls on his shoes and fastens his jacket. He can’t bare to look at the tree and biscuits and milk in fear of crying. Instead, he heads out the door in search of his father. 

There aren’t too many people out on the streets of Kildare this early on Christmas morning. Those who are, are family. Mothers walking hand in hand with their daughters. Little boys playing catch with their dads. Siblings comparing toys and trying out new bikes and tricycles. JJ shoves his hands in his pockets and swallows the envy. An unnatural feeling simmers deep inside of him. Something like frustration. Something like anger. 

Somewhere in his walk, he gives up on the hunt for his father. He gives up on reasoning that Santa was running late. If he was late, how did all the other children in Kildare have their presents? As JJ walked, he came to the sick, solemn, sad realisation that he was the little boy that Santa Claus forgot. 

“Hey! JJ!”

JJ freezes in the street at the sound of his name. He looks around and finds you rushing out the bakery. He recognised you from school. You were the pretty girl at the front of the class. You always wore you hair the same way, complete with a bow, and it seems today was no exception. You were known for being the peacemaker among fallings out and the girl who lingered after class to help tidy up. Smart and savvy, you were top of the class too, but you didn’t kiss ass in the way that would usually irritate JJ. Instead, you’d help your tablemate finish their work too. 

JJ’s surprised you even know his name. He’s even more surprised when you practically tackle him in a hug. JJ stands like a statue for a second before he hesitantly wraps his arms around your dainty frame, hugging you back. 

“Merry Christmas, JJ,” you say warmly against him. 

Tears spring to JJ’s eyes. You were the first person to say that to him today. 

Pulling away, JJ stares at you in shock, unsure of what to say. Your mouth parts with a gasp. “Wait here!”

JJ does as he’s told. He doesn’t have anywhere to be, afterall. You rush back into your parent’s bakery - Kildare’s Cakes - and waits for a short while until you reappear. In your hand is a warm chocolate chip muffin, wrapped in a snowman covered napkin. You hold it out to him. 

“Your present!” you beam. 

JJ stares at it like he’s never been on earth before. Steam rises off the top; the sponge breaking temptingly at the top, showing the gooey chocolate chips inside. Its sweet smell drifts into the fresh air of December. JJ slowly reaches out and takes it from you. 

“Thanks,” he murmurs. His first Christmas present and, what would later turn out to be, his only Christmas present that year. 

You linger and seem unsure of what else to say. So, with a nod and a smile, you hurry out, “well, I better get back inside. I hope you have a wonderful day though!”

Then, quick as dasher, you dart forward and press a warm kiss to his cheek. JJ blinks after you as you wave farewell, returning back into the shop and closing the door. That small act was the catalyst to JJ’s feelings for you, that only grew as time went on. Now, married, with children of your own, no matter how many gifts and how many dinners and how many songs and movies: JJ decided that his eight Christmas was his favourite Christmas of all. Santa might have forgotten about him; but you surely didn’t.

[zafirosreverie]

Little North Star (North x f!reader)

It started with the footprints.

You had come home from work, tired and annoyed, only to find a pair of snow boot prints, too large to belong to anyone you knew, especially since you lived alone (deep down, you thought you recognized those footprints, but ignored it for the moment).

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of someone breaking into your house, but upon a quick inspection, you saw that there were no broken windows or forced locks, so you figured maybe someone from the courier had come and not found you and left. Whatever the case, the incident was out of your mind the moment you relaxed in your bathtub.

Then it was the wrapping paper. You hadn't decorated this year, feeling too big and too tired to get into the Christmas spirit. You weren't even going to travel home with your parents to celebrate, even when they lived at the next town, so you hadn't bothered to buy presents or decorate the house.

However, one day you found a bunch of rolls of wrapping paper and boxes with ornaments and lights. For a moment you thought you had gone crazy. You hadn't taken any of this out, it should be in the attic, not the living room. You tried to come up with a logical explanation and ended up convincing yourself that you had probably been too tired to remember bringing these things down from the attic.

Anyway, you found yourself decorating your house two days before Christmas, despite having said you wouldn't. A couple of lights and a tree with ornaments wouldn't hurt anyone, right? Plus, it was a nice way to make the house feel a little warmer and more welcoming.

You tried not to think too much about the little flashes of memories of big hands and a loud, warm laugh visiting you on Christmas Eve. You told yourself that they had just been dreams, and that was what they were.

_____________________

Then came the letter.

The night before Christmas Eve, you found a letter in your mailbox with no return address or zip code. It was just adorned in white and red with a little reindeer sticker that said "North Pole." When you opened it, you saw a recipe for cookies that you used to make as a child. They were your favorite to make with your mother for the big man of Christmas.

You smiled a little and assumed that your mother had sent you the letter in an attempt to help you get back into the Christmas spirit, and as you walked through the aisles of the supermarket, looking for the ingredients for the cookies, you couldn't help but remember the afternoons you spent talking to your mother, looking forward to a visit from Santa Claus.

Everything had been easier then, being a little girl whose only concern was to behave well so that she could receive a gift from the big guy in the red suit.

Never stop believing, little North Star.

You gasped a little and had to lean against a soup rack as memories of a man ran through your mind, a big, strong, warm, and cheerful man, who came to visit you every Christmas Eve, while the rest of the world slept.

He used to call you little North Star, and he would tell you stories of his fellow guardians, the tooth fairy, the Easter bunny, the man in the moon, and the Sandman, while his blue eyes, full of wonder and kindness, filled your soul with warmth and security.

You shook your head, trying to compose yourself as you went to the registers to pay. Deep down you knew they were just dreams, that it was your imagination as a child…but why did they feel so real?

___________________

It was Christmas Eve, your house was decorated, the smell of freshly baked cookies filled the place, and you were sitting on the carpet, with an open gift box between your legs, your eyes full of tears and a smile too big that hurt. An early gift, the tag said.

For my little North Star to come home -N

It was him. Now you were sure of it.

No one, not even your parents, had known about this. There was one night, when he, North, had brought you a snow globe, made by himself, with a beautiful figure of his sleigh inside. So that you would always remember him, he had said.

At that moment, it had seemed easy to your child's mind to promise that you would never stop believing in Christmas, in magic, in him. But as you grew older, you convinced yourself that it had all been mere dreams, that it had not been real, and one day, you could not find the globe. Over time, you had believed that that had also been a dream, that there had never been such a gift.

And now, here it was again, in your hands.

All the memories began to flow, invading your mind with a strength and warmth you hadn't felt in years. The secret nights with North, when he told you the stories of the world, the secrets of the guardians of childhood.

He had called you his little North Star, because he always came back to you, no matter what. How could you have forgotten that you had been Santa Claus's favorite girl?!

A part of you, the part that had grown up and stopped believing, wanted to keep clinging to the idea that it was all a dream. But the biggest part of you now knew that it wasn't, that it had all been real.

How many years had you wasted, how much time wasted? How many promises had you broken? You had to do something, anything, to let North know that you remembered, that you now believed in him again.

You got up from the ground with a joy and lightness that you hadn't felt since you were a child. The illusion and magic awakening in you again as you smiled like you once had. You called your parents, bought last minute gifts and took the last train back home.

Christmas was not lost after all.

_______________________________

A warm and thunderous laugh that did not seem from this world, filled your empty house in the middle of the night, while North lay on your couch and ate the cookies you had left for him, reading your letter over and over again.

Thank you, for giving me back the magic, for making me believe again.

"No, thank you, for coming back to me, little North Star" he said to himself, putting the letter in his suit.

[luvzshy]

reader x billie with their baby on christmas day?? my heart is gonna burst that would be so festive and cute 🎄 tysm <3

a/n: THIS IS ADORABLE OMG💕

A Christmas to Remember

It was early Christmas morning, and the soft glow of the tree filled the living room as you and Billie shuffled down the stairs, still a little groggy. Your five-year-old daughter, Lily, was already bouncing with excitement in front of the fireplace, dressed in her holiday pajamas. “Moms, Santa came!” she squealed, pointing at the pile of presents under the tree.

You and Billie exchanged a tired but amused glance. The two of you had stayed up late the night before, putting out cookies and milk for Santa, filling the stockings, and setting up the gifts just right. But seeing the pure joy on Lily’s face made the exhaustion worth it.

“Merry Christmas, kiddo,” Billie said, dropping down onto the floor beside her. You joined them, pulling Lily into your lap as she started digging through the brightly wrapped gifts.

Lily opened the presents with pure delight—new toys, a book she had been asking for, and a handmade ornament from Billie that said “Family” in glittery letters. After a while, your daughter ran off to play with her new dollhouse, leaving you and Billie with a rare quiet moment.

Billie pulled you close, resting her head on your shoulder as the two of you watched Lily play by the twinkling lights. “This is what Christmas should always feel like,” she whispered, her hand gently holding yours.

You smiled, kissing her cheek. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Later in the day, your small family gathered around the table for lunch. Lily insisted on wearing a Santa hat the whole time and kept asking questions about the North Pole between bites of mashed potatoes. The house felt warm and alive with laughter, music playing softly in the background as snowflakes fell gently outside.

As the day wound down, you, Billie, and Lily curled up together on the couch under a soft blanket, sipping hot cocoa and watching a Christmas movie. Lily eventually fell asleep, resting her head on Billie’s lap while you stretched out beside them, feeling content and full of love.

Billie looked down at you with a soft smile, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Merry Christmas, love.”

“Merry Christmas,” you whispered back, heart full, as you cuddled together, soaking in the peace of the perfect holiday spent with your little family.

[superbat-love]

Batman and Superman embarked on a global delivery mission, with Batman perched on Superman's back, clutching a sack of gifts.

The cost of these presents came directly out of Bruce's pocket, as he had promised to replace the ones that Superman had blasted into smithereens with his laser vision. This mishap occurred after Batman had lassoed Santa Claus and dragged him out of a chimney.

Both heroes profusely apologized to Santa for the confusion, as they mistook him for a particular interdimensional entity they were seeking. Upon learning that Santa had unfortunately hurt his back upon the hard landing, they promised to assist with the remaining deliveries.

Thankfully Santa wasn't too mad at them, but Clark couldn't help but feel irked that Bruce hadn't disclosed his close acquaintance with Santa Claus, his childhood hero. How could Bruce betray him like that? Didn’t he know how many letters Clark had personally written and sent to the North Pole every year?

Bruce promised to make it up to him by securing a special gift and a personalized autograph from Santa for Christmas. At least they were no longer bickering; Clark was preoccupied with deciphering Bruce's cryptic "fun aerial activity" hint on his upcoming present.

[brucewaynehater101]

Tim's Granny Claus could crush a man's skull with her bicep, you don't normally notice or think about her muscles though because she puts out a very sweet mousy lady vibe that has grown into a sweet granny vibe when she started going grey. She's only really started to go grey when Santa decided to start taunting Darkseid, she likes and approves of the shenanigans but it's stressful. Her harmless quiet lady vibe is STRONG, as strong as the "good child" vibe that Tim has that makes everyone forget he's a chaos gremlin. She does legitimately need reading glasses.

She may or may not have been an Amazon at one point and definitely predates Hippolyta and her reign. Possibly she's worshipped as a goddess in some cultures. She may or may not be part elf or part fairy. She may have gone by Mab at one point or not.

Santa is the younger one in the relationship, it was a lot of drama and it took him a LONG time to woo her and part of that was due to the not actually serious age gap which still made her worry. He has his own eldritch background and he's only a little bit younger than her but she had worries about power dynamics. It was a thing.

Mrs. Claus is organized to the extreme and even more intelligent than she is organized. Her hobbies, besides making contingency plans and general doomsday prepping include making candy, learning new languages, and reading/writing trashy romance novels. She absolutely publishes under a pseudonym.

She does NOT leave the North Pole. If she needs something that's not in the home/village that she and Santa have built, she'll send someone to go fetch it for her. This is why she has assistants/minions/students/employees after all.

For the elves, working in Santa's workshops is a bit like going through the best trade school or university in the galaxy in relation to all the things it takes to get the supplies, keep things organized, make things, develop psychological profiles to determine who would most want what etc. The program is accredited. Yes to Tim helping with recommendation letters. Not all of the elves are earth based elves. More than a few are extra terrestrial. Mrs. Claus is the one to extend Santa's operation to the stars when she noticed her husband not being stimulated enough with the chaos he absolutely doesn't create on earth during the rest of the year. She considered having another child or having one of the elves go and kidnap another child but decided giving Santa more space to cause problems was a better long term solution than adopting/kidnapping a child as a band aid for an adult's mental situation.

Time is extremely elastic and not at all linear around the Santa's workshop area. Questioning this would be a bad idea. There is one time a year when leaving Santa's workshop sets you in the "right" timeline/location. If you enter the area and leave outside of that time of the year then you could end up in Pangea or on Tamaran. Mrs. Claus is perfectly capable of getting to when/where she wants if she wanted to go anywhere. She does not. Santa is also very capable but sometimes enjoys just popping out to random time/place.

Janet is the only child by blood Mrs. Claus has had. She and Santa have adopted a literal army's worth of children over the years though they haven't recently. The adoption has never actually been legal. Santa just literally kidnaps children from extremely bad situations. This may or may not have fed into the Krampus legends. Bad parents who've lost their kids just don't want to admit that it was their own fault and instead blame the missing child.

Janet was in a very "I want to be normal" stage when she got married and Santa and Mrs. Claus considered it youthful rebellion. They were pleased to get a grandson out of it though less pleased when Janet insisted they stay away because she wanted to be "normal". They're still waiting for Janet to pull herself back together.

Tim's own family talents won't break out until he's an adult. Or maybe they have and that's why he's stuck at seventeen. And no one notices because Gotham is Gotham. This is why Janet and Jack lived in Gotham, Janet had an easier time pretending to be "normal" in Gotham than she would have in any other place in the world.

Granny Ms. Claus!!!!

I adore AUs that have Tim's grandma (whoever she is [Ms. Claus, kidnapped by an alien, whatever]) as badass. I like in this one that she has muscles for days, but still in touch with both her femininity and a deceptively sweet one. To be badass, you don't have to be masculine.

Anyways, I imagine her stare over the rim of her glasses making even the most feared being at least hesitate.

Also, kudos to her for making sure her relationship with Mr. Clause was healthy for all parties. Fuck yeah.

I wonder how elves are treated in other parts of the universe. Could they also universe travel as well???

It's also curious to see how many traits Tim inherited from Mrs. Claus despite (at least originally) not seeing her much throughout his childhood. I'm assuming Tim met his grandma when Santa "died." Whether he knew her from photos or didn't find out until Mrs. Claus said something, I bet he was astounded. Not even he could make a contingency plan for "what to do when visiting someone you watched die's loved one only to find out you're related." Poor Tim. To add on to the angst, I'm pretty sure Janet was dead by that point :(

Tons of angst all around there (Mrs. Claus finding out after being told her husband "died." Tim realizing his mom hid this entire side of herself and their family, and he'll never have to chance to learn it from her).

I do like the theory for forever 17. That checks out with the weird time stuff going on with the North Pole.

[ghurab-alzilal]

It was not unusual that when he returned from his arduous journey through the world in less than a day Santa would find letters in his mailbox, many of them were thanks and the occasional saga that was lost along the way but when he opened that letter he found something he did not expect and a soft smile was drawn on his face.

The tone in that single sentence was insolent and petulant as always, but still reading those words filled his little cabin at the North Pole with Christmas warmth, perhaps because he was glad that little cretin was smiling or perhaps because with it he would finally stop receiving his impertinent and crazy demand year after year, whatever it was, that was the first time in a lot of time that Santa felt as he had received a Christmas present when he looked at the photo contained in that envelope.