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So there are certain people in this mansion, and I'm not going to name names, who need to work their crap out and start talking again cause if they mess up Steph's Chrismukkah there will be hell to pay

Well this is interesting.


Santa, honey

If it isn't at least 4 carats, don't even bother.

XOXO,
Emma

I don't think I'll ever understand the human Christmas. You silly apes celebrate something that has caused so much strife through the years and doesn't even make logical sense. On top of that, there's no evidence that the event in question occurred on the 25th of December at all- it was named that way to coincide with the previous holiday of Saturnalia.

Yet the person running this horrid establishment seems to have an obsession with the "holidays". I just had a strange spectral image of a child come up to me saying it was the "Ghost of Christmas Past" and that they had to show me the "error of my ways" and now it's chasing me around the city.

Yesterday morning Charlie and I were walking the woods that surround the stables, looking to see if there is a good spot for a pen for Bessie when we came across a group if toys, who were singing about being misfits. How is it that out of everything I've experienced, both here and in Narnia, that is the most mad thing I've seen? One would think that after talking animals, talking toys wouldn't phase me.

I'm glad we don't have any riding lessons scheduled for today, because I'm fairly certain that I spent more time on my arse then I did on my feet when I took Melinda ice skating yesterday.

UGH! My ass is still swollen from ice skating with Peter the other day. But I had so much fun that it doesn't matter that I'm walking really slow. I think I need to work on my ice skating skills. But other news, someone or something stole my Christmas Decorations off my tree and around my apartment. Who would do that? Seriously I want my apartment looking cheerful again thank you.