Christmas
Christmas Countdown Day 7
But the whirlpool sucked in two reindeer wearing spa robes, an inflatable snowman, one confused nutcracker, and Peppermint, who screamed the entire 12 seconds she was trapped in the spin.
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Christmas
Christmas Countdown Day 6
Magically animated snowman guards now patrolled the entire perimeter of the Christmas Kitchen.
Christmas
Christmas Countdown Day 5
Mason, whose brain cannot survive without mischief, leaned slightly—very slightly—against the sleigh control panel. He didn’t push anything. He didn’t press anything. He just… existed near it. Which triggered the Emergency Reindeer Turbo Mode system.
Christmas
Christmas Countdown Day 4
They hid behind a stack of wrapped presents while Mason prepped the “device”—a gumdrop, a cracked ornament, and enough glitter to haunt this place for the next 50 years.
Christmas
Christmas Countdown Day 3
They tiptoed past Mrs. Claus’s knitting room (where something growled — nobody questioned it) and crept through the hallway of Santa’s private living quarters, which were far more intimidating than any elf wanted to admit.
Christmas
Christmas Countdown Day 2
"Option two: controlled explosion," Mason said, sketching a gingerbread rocket launcher. Peppermint's eyes widened. "Mason, no explosions." "A little explosion?" "No." "A sparkler-level explosion?" "Mason." He sighed. "Fine. But this isn't over."
poetry
To spend my life with you
A poem about dreams that refuse to fade, love that persists, and the knowing that follows you through life.
Christmas
Christmas Countdown Day 1
Peppermint slammed her cards down. "This is the year I'm getting Santa's special hot chocolate." Buttercup inhaled a marshmallow. Mason grinned like someone had handed him a detonator. "Please tell me explosives are on the table." And that's how the heist began.