- forty-third year waiting -

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[dictated]

How does everyone plan on celebrating Christmas here? Has the castle ever had a, uh--a normal one?

Last year--the only one I've spent here--it was mental. Literally. Everyone had these really... vivid dreams, and I think we could, you know, dream-hop or something. Visit other peoples' dreams. And then--[sigh]--the castle turned into a Jane Austen novel or something, and it all ended when everyone turned into these tiny toy versions of ourselves inside a dollhouse or something, and we all got chased out by giant rats. I think. I just remember a lot of running.

Is something nice and normal and, well... normal too much to ask for? Just a plain regular Christmas?

[Rory is currently in the library looking at picture books, trying to get ideas for Christmas decorations and tree trimmings for his and Amy's room to wish for. A half-forgotten mug of hot coca is sitting on a nearby table. Come join him!]

Comments

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[warmly, if a bit nostalgicly, still]

I hope we can too. It's brilliant.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

I wish I'd been able to celebrate it before I came here, too. Then I'd know more about it.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

Well... um... [hmmm; he's scratching at the back of his head] Doesn't mean you can't learn here. Even if the castle goes mental it always seems to calm down just in time for Christmas Day... maybe you could ask friends to show you how they celebrated back home?

[siebter.livejournal.com]

Okay! I think I'll try to do that.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

Great! Brilliant. Hope you find out some cool stuff.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

I hope so too!