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An Intovert's Christmas Cabin
Let's have some fun! :) It was Christmas Eve in Wanda’s cabin, and while Bing Crosby crooned about snow, all she got was mud and drizzle. Her glowing reindeer, Blitz and Snark, stood bravely in the mushy yard, now adorned with sticky marshmallows she’d been flinging out the window in a self-declared war against boredom. Inside, Wanda had cranked the cheer to max. Twinkling lights adorned every corner, the fireplace roared like it was trying to outdo the sun, and Gerald, her mounted deer head, wore his lavender wreath with all the enthusiasm of someone who’d rather be elsewhere. “Cheer up, Gerald,” Wanda said, tossing a cookie at him. It bounced off his antlers and landed in the fire. Muffin the cat, observing from her perch on the couch, let out a judgy meow.Up in the loft, her bedroom was a Pinterest board come to life—fairy lights, cozy throws, and a window where Wanda kept tabs on Nutkins, the squirrel who raided her bird feeder daily. The mistletoe over the stairs? A disaster. After last week’s duct-tape rescue, it now hung like a warning sign, and Wanda avoided walking under it, muttering, “Not this time.” Downstairs, the kitchen looked like a festive tornado had hit. There was flour on the ceiling, chocolate ...
14 Dezembro 2024
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