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Happy Christmas, everyone!

I hope you're all well and enjoying the holiday. Junior kitty has spent most of the day cuddled under the covers with me. Rothy's chasing his tail. (It's a short tail and that makes it A Challenge.)

I have two days off in a row. Leaving for a movie with mom in about ten minutes (Catching Fire) after spending most of the day listening to the Vienna Boy's Choir, reading fic and eating bon-bons. ;)

I have TWO days off in a row. Hard on the pocketbook but I Don't Care! Nurses understand what it's like to be on a schedule where you never have two days off in a row.

See you all tomorrow. *throws chocolates*

Replacement Dog: A Christmas Story

A coworker of my aunt's had to take a day off because she needed to get a "replacement dog."

Mom: "Replacement dog?"
Me: "Their one-year-old dog died very suddenly. So she was a getting a similar dog to replace him. And a black magic marker."
Mom: ?
Me: "Apparently he doesn't have the right number of spots. So she's going to draw the spots on."
Mom: "How old is her daughter?"
Me: "Fourteen."
Mom: "Oh, fuck-a-duck. That's never going to work!"
Me: "Maybe if she were three...."
Mom: "And maybe not even then."
Me: "She'll be hearing about this till she's sixty. Aunt J. wished her luck."
Mom: "That's what I like about my sister. She knows when to just listen."

The end. Or rather, the beginning.

Though we'll never know what happened.

I can't tell you what fic I wrote for SGA Santa. But! I can tell you what I've written for Christmas in the past:

2002

A Moment Of Sin, Harry Potter fandom, Snape-centric, R. Yes, for my first fandom Christmas I wrote prostitution fic.

2003

Christmas Lilies (ficlet), Harry Potter fandom, Harry/Percy, followup to Skinny Dipping. The lake glistened deep blue and silver with moonsplash, half-hidden by the sweep of willow trees. It was little more than a pond by daylight, but the night had transformed it into a beckoning mysterious paradise, alight under the half moon.

2004

The Walls Of Jericho, SG-1 fandom, Jack/Daniel, NC-17 overall, action adventure fic, worked Christmas mention into ongoing WIP and the rest of it's here.

2005

First Christmas, SGA, John/Rodney, PG, a jumper and a Christmas tree.

2006

Huh. No fic. But This post about things that I love about Christmas.

2007

Silent Night, SGA, Team fic, John/Rodney, PG-13. Christmas under the stars on an alien world.

2008

All Dressed Up And..., SGA, John/Rodney, R. Nothing says Christmas like crossdressing fic.

Out Of Bounds (Christmas scene), SGA, John/Rodney, epic figure skating fic. The rest of it is here. I think this is probably the happiest story I've ever written.

2009

Star Drive, SGA, Gen, PG-13. John, Ancients, and a fast new spaceship.

The Pandora Effect, SGA, Woolsey/John, R. Usually Richard avoids entanglements by focusing his affections on someone safely out of reach. But in the midst of a battle with the Wraith, an uncomfortable alliance, and disruptions on Atlantis, he is offered everything he could ever want and no man is completely immune.


And from my f-list: The 12 Most Unintentionally Disturbing Christmas Ads.

Last night my kitty sprawled out on my stomach, all four legs in the air, and the two of us dozed. Even though this kept me pinned to the couch and I woke up at 5am with a crick in my neck -- so worth it.

I love Christmas. I love the tacky exhuberance it takes to decorate one's house with a life-size light-up santa and eight plastic raindeer.

I love Christmas carols well beyond the point where most people's eyes glaze over and WG begs me to play something, please, anything else. (Yes, I'm Buddhist. Yes, I'll sing 'O Come All Ye Faithful' without one drop of irony.)

I love Christmas shopping, or rather, what I call Christmas buying, because I go into the mall like a commando on a mission and emerge 20 minutes later with what I came for or empty-handed.

I love the noise and the chaos and the third-world press of people. I love the bell-ringing and dropping change in the Salvation Army buckets (where are those guys this year?).

I love the crinkle of wrapping paper and designing yet another bow.

I love swearing like a sailor as I try to string the lights on the Christmas tree and have a whole strand go out on me after it's threaded through the branches.

I love lining up the Christmas cards and hiding the ugly ones in the back.

I hate visiting family and company Christmas parties, smiling so hard my face might crack -- I hate parties and I'd rather watch it all from behind a cup of hot cocoa. But in the balance, Christmas is good.

I love the 3am sigh of exhausted satisfaction on December 24th as I finally have it all done.

Finally, I love the latest part to sheafrotherdon's "Farm In Iowa" series. When you read it, you'll understand. I'll get you the link in a moment -- there you are:

Near the Earth, to Touch. John/Rodney, Farm In Iowa, AU NC-17. sheafrotherdon

Disaster, real-kids that have melt-downs and fling boogers, Christmas, wonder that goes beyond Christmas, and a world so ordinary you want to sink into it like your favorite chair. How I love this John and Rodney. gaiaanarchy said that sheafrotherdon writes wonderfully pointless and tangental John/Rodney arguments and I heartily agree. This story is like a cup of hot cocoa on a cold winter night: it's simple, yet everything you could want for Christmas.

I forgot the snippet, didn't I? Here you go: ( 'Oh god, what did you do? Are you in jail? You're in jail aren't you?' )


ETA: wildernessguru left a note on the cookie batter this morning, "Keep your paws off." With child-like kitty picture and fluffy rendering of Monte's tail. Appropos to nothing, I'm just amused.