Merry Christmas, Diana

[dresdenforhire]

"Hell's Bells, coal a gain," I said, making a face as I peaked into my stocking. We aren't supposed to be opening stockings yet because one of us was still technically in bed and possibly asleep but I couldn't help it. I had to know.

Coal again. You'd think after a few years the big guy would give me a break but apparently that wasn't the case. I guess when you lived for several centuries a grudge of a few years wasn't much. Maybe eventually it wouldn't be much to me either but right now it sucks.

"Fat. Jolly. Petty. Stupid-face," I grumbled, which probably didn't help me get off the naughty list. I don't even know what I'd want Santa to get me but it's definitely not coal. I should start putting them in pressure and eventually I'll have diamonds. That'll show Santa. Or maybe living well is the best revenge? There was a goddess laying in my bed that loved me like crazy. Still... "Next year I'm warding the stocking..."

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[tothewar]

Diana wasn't a late sleeper, but more than that she had noticed his absence so eventually she gets up, pulls on an old shirt and walks out of the bedroom still rubbing her eyes.

'I don't think there's a rule that he has to leave gifts in your stocking.' because of course, she had heard all of it. A house wasn't large enough to diminish her hearing if anything it echoed things louder for her. 'Though if we wake in a whole pile of coal I'll understand why.'