Christmas Eve, Second Floor Common Room

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam sat in the common room, idly flipping through channels. No specials were on, and there was only so long she could watch the Yule log. She sipped occasionally from a glass of red wine.

She was trying very, very hard not to think of her father.

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[can_be_more]

Aeryn is thankful, and starts on the glass immediately.

At least if others are seeing it, she's not insane.

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

Without giving any care for verses or song breaks, the gremlins switch songs with no discussion. It is almost as if they are working off of a routine.

Again, the words aren't recognizable, but anyone who had heard the song before would recognize it:

"Here comes Santa Claus" *jingle* "Here comes Santa Claus" *jingle* "Right down Santa Claus Lane". *jingle jingle jingle*

[pyramid-is-life.livejournal.com]

"No one is ever going to believe us if we tell them that gremlins sang Christmas songs to us, all dressed up."

She drinks more.

[can_be_more]

"They aren't bad," Aeryn says. "I think." Drink.

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

Again, the gremlins switch songs without warning:

*jingle* "Dreidel dreidel dreidel..." *jingle*

[can_be_more]

Aeryn leans back into the sofa cushion, watching the show. Maybe it's the ambrosia or just the absurdity of all of this, but it's really entertaining.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander eyes his full-again glass, shrugs, half drains it with an eye-widening gulp, and finds himself snuggling down into his sleeping bag as he waits for the throat-burn to wear off. Getting drowsy. Listening to gremlins. Because he so needs more reasons to start 'you're never gonna believe this' e-mails to Willow. Except he can say 'you're never gonna believe this' in person, tomorrow morning.