Re: The Mansion: Christmas and the New Year!
Posted: Jan 03, 2012 4:07 pmOh, the bracing cold of a yuletide breeze on one's face! If only every day could be Chirstmas.
These were the thoughts of the young lady who had just stepped into the Town Square a little more than fashionably late. She had missed the Zacks but at least she was here before the traditional twelve days of Christmas ended January 6.
After all, who in their right mind would miss Ditto Town on Christmas? The air had the spicy-sweet smell of fir trees and the rich unmistakable smell of wood smoke. The snow from a recent enchantment crunched under her boots and flecks of multi-coloured light danced in the air around her. The Mansion was ablaze with light and a song sailed on the air that made the young lady think of a wild land of green moors, proud people, and legends of selkies in the surf.
It was too perfect. The best of holidays in a world full of the dreams of enthusiastic young writers and older authors who had never gave up their childlike wonder. "Ditto," the young lady whispered into the air to honor an old tradition. Then she spoke "Ditto," then she yelled "DITTO!" at the top of her lungs with a huge grin.
It was only then she noticed a couple that had stopped dancing to stare at her.
"Oh, um, hi. That was just... me being me. I'm Ara by the way! Merry Christmas!"
These were the thoughts of the young lady who had just stepped into the Town Square a little more than fashionably late. She had missed the Zacks but at least she was here before the traditional twelve days of Christmas ended January 6.
After all, who in their right mind would miss Ditto Town on Christmas? The air had the spicy-sweet smell of fir trees and the rich unmistakable smell of wood smoke. The snow from a recent enchantment crunched under her boots and flecks of multi-coloured light danced in the air around her. The Mansion was ablaze with light and a song sailed on the air that made the young lady think of a wild land of green moors, proud people, and legends of selkies in the surf.
It was too perfect. The best of holidays in a world full of the dreams of enthusiastic young writers and older authors who had never gave up their childlike wonder. "Ditto," the young lady whispered into the air to honor an old tradition. Then she spoke "Ditto," then she yelled "DITTO!" at the top of her lungs with a huge grin.
It was only then she noticed a couple that had stopped dancing to stare at her.
"Oh, um, hi. That was just... me being me. I'm Ara by the way! Merry Christmas!"