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paradisalost2010-12-24 12:20 pm
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♬ the pianoman's twenty-third song ♬
Dad! Dad! Dad! Wake up!
[Larry is awoken by a small person jumping on him, and he groans as he plays along]
Someone needs to go on a diet. That's it. No more Christmas cookies, no more egg nog.
Da-aaaad! Come oooon! It's Christmas and it's snowing!
[Larry laughs and sits up, running a hand through bedslept hair. He looks at his son, who is beaming ear to ear, and he pats him on the head.]
Let me guess, you want to open presents?
Yes, and have chocolate chip pancakes and build the greatest snowman ever looked upon by mere human eyes.
...I thought we did that yesterday.
[Sam grins] Go big or go home, right?
[another laugh from Larry] That's right. Okay. Presents. Chocolate chip pancakes. And the greatest snowman of all. Why Tin Man, I think you may have found your heart.
[without missing a beat] I'm sorry you haven't found your brain yet, Scarecrow.
Maybe it'll be under the tree. I've been a good boy this year.
I'd say odds are it isn't. Santa isn't that magical.
Are you really sassing your father on Christmas Day?
[Sam grins]
[Larry pretends to glare]
[Sam laughs]
[Larry growls a bit]
[Sam jumps up and throws his arms around his father] Merry Christmas, Dad. I love you.
[Larry hugs back tightly and closes his eyes] Me too, Sammy.
***
[this dream jumps around as dreams tend to do, and he spends the whole day with his son in snippets. Eventually everything fades and Larry is at a piano, in a living room that is presumed to be his. There's a Christmas tree with lights, stockings over the fireplace, and cookies nearby. All in all a warm and festive room.]
[Larry is playing Christmas tunes and smiling as he does. He's happy and he loves this, and someone random showing up won't stop him or embarrass him. He's in his element.]
[as he plays and sings...] I'll be home for Christmas, you can count on me. Please have snow and mistletoe, and presents on the tree...
[Second half is open! Feel free to have yours just "be there" or come knocking at his door! Possibility of Sam appearing is there. Also I have to go work for a few hours later so I won't be here for awhile.]
[Larry is awoken by a small person jumping on him, and he groans as he plays along]
Someone needs to go on a diet. That's it. No more Christmas cookies, no more egg nog.
Da-aaaad! Come oooon! It's Christmas and it's snowing!
[Larry laughs and sits up, running a hand through bedslept hair. He looks at his son, who is beaming ear to ear, and he pats him on the head.]
Let me guess, you want to open presents?
Yes, and have chocolate chip pancakes and build the greatest snowman ever looked upon by mere human eyes.
...I thought we did that yesterday.
[Sam grins] Go big or go home, right?
[another laugh from Larry] That's right. Okay. Presents. Chocolate chip pancakes. And the greatest snowman of all. Why Tin Man, I think you may have found your heart.
[without missing a beat] I'm sorry you haven't found your brain yet, Scarecrow.
Maybe it'll be under the tree. I've been a good boy this year.
I'd say odds are it isn't. Santa isn't that magical.
Are you really sassing your father on Christmas Day?
[Sam grins]
[Larry pretends to glare]
[Sam laughs]
[Larry growls a bit]
[Sam jumps up and throws his arms around his father] Merry Christmas, Dad. I love you.
[Larry hugs back tightly and closes his eyes] Me too, Sammy.
***
[this dream jumps around as dreams tend to do, and he spends the whole day with his son in snippets. Eventually everything fades and Larry is at a piano, in a living room that is presumed to be his. There's a Christmas tree with lights, stockings over the fireplace, and cookies nearby. All in all a warm and festive room.]
[Larry is playing Christmas tunes and smiling as he does. He's happy and he loves this, and someone random showing up won't stop him or embarrass him. He's in his element.]
[as he plays and sings...] I'll be home for Christmas, you can count on me. Please have snow and mistletoe, and presents on the tree...
[Second half is open! Feel free to have yours just "be there" or come knocking at his door! Possibility of Sam appearing is there. Also I have to go work for a few hours later so I won't be here for awhile.]