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OPEN- Natessa

"I only smoke when I'm stressed out."

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itsthetroublesomethree A PJs snuggle Latessa for you.

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Merry Christmas from the Boogies!

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Dead Santa for them too lol

((Gonna do these for Dallas and Nessie. Thank you for sending them in friend!))

Dear Santa,

Okay first off, I know it’s stupid for a 19 year old girl to be writing you a letter but all my life I’ve heard about Christmas miracles so maybe you can do me a favor? 

You made it snow here years and years ago and ever since the day that Jack basically ruined Christmas for everyone and you had to fix it. So from what I understand, you can make it snow. Well here’s the thing about snow. I can’t touch it. Not that I really care, it’s cold and it’s beautiful when it’s not touched so I like to leave it that way. I played in it when I was little and wasn’t exactly half devil, but now I can’t but this isn’t about how I can;t touch it.

You know Lock. He kidnapped you, I’m sure you still haven’t forgotten because somehow he always gets coal on Christmas, even if he doesn’t hang up a stocking. Very sneaky of you. But anyway, he’s not as much of a little punk as he was when he was younger. He’s grown up, a lot. We’re engaged, actually, and we have a three year old named Ella, who you’ll probably get a letter from as well. Again, that’s beside the point. There is something I would actually like for Christmas, not just for me, but for Lock and Ella too. None of us can touch the snow. Snow and fire? Not exactly a great mix. I want to ask if you can do some of your cool magicy-Santa stuff to make the snow…. fireproof? Ella really wants to go out in it and I hate keeping her inside when it snows. And Lock? He’s billions of years old and he;s never touched snow before and I just don’t think that’s fair. So if you do read this and you can do that, thanks. It’s also kind of my birthday on Christmas too if that helps.

Merry Christmas, 

Natessa

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Dear Santa,

This is probably the worst letter I have ever written and this isn’t how I usually am, so I apologize in advance and thanks for understanding. I know I haven’t written to you in years, which you probably expected because what 27 year old man sends you a letter? Well I honestly hope no 27 year old man does that cause honestly that’s a little weird. Anyway, as I mentioned before I’m 27. I’m married and I’ve got a son named Dallas James (I didn’t name him after myself, my wife named him, actually.) and a little girl named Scarla. I’m sure you know her, she’s sent you some pretty hilarious letters. 

Anyway, they want to have a Christmas tree. Lucky kids they are, since Amber is Jewish we celebrate both holidays, but we kind of live in a place where every single tree is dead, so you can see my problem. All I’m asking for for Christmas is a Christmas tree, and if you could do that just know you’d make two little kids really happy.

Thanks a lot,

Dallas.

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"She said she's not gonna show up.."

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|| Little Darlings ||

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"The target should be comin' closer any minute." The 11 year old, Dallas, said, peeking his head out behind the doorway. "Is the bucket ready?"

"Bucket's ready!" Charlotte, 8 years old, piped up. There was a giddy smile on her face as she held the rope to the bucket atop the door way, a bucket that was filled with cold water. Her twin watched from the couch, rolling his eyes a bit at their shenanigans.

The youngest child , Natessa, or 'Nessie' (5 years old) and an array of other nicknames that her siblings called her, was standing by the window,  bouncing with excitement and watching out the window to see if their target was coming. Her eyes widened and she giggled when she saw him making his way up the stairs, and she turned t her older siblings. "He's coming!" she squeaked, then ducked behind the couch, watching with anticipation.

There was a quiet countdown, a door opening, a rope being pulled and a bucket of cold water poured over Oogie's head when he walked in the door, followed by stifled giggles that erupted into belly-laughter. They had really gotten him this time.