Naughty and nice isn’t the half of it.
Examine the patterns. The color of the ribbon. The fractals hidden within drawings of jolly reindeer. Even the nature of the toys.
Everything contains a message. Or perhaps it is a message, all of it, a code so intricate that it cannot be perceived. We are ants attempting to view the globe entire.
It is hard, to know everything. Even now, the red-clothed form twitches in a trance, eyelids flickering. He will begin his work again, soon, and we are no closer to an answer. Is the message even meant for us?
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A part of Advent Ghosts blog event.
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Christmas does seem to be so layered -- ribbons and papers and colors and flash. Merry merry to you... Peace, Lind
This feels very Lovecraft-ian. Nicely done, sir. I'm going to go throw away all of the ribbon I've saved now.
Saving ribbon is the first symptom.
Thanks, both of you! It's nice to receive outside encouragement.
This explains why I am always setting reindeer on fire.
The reindeer deserve it. Cocky little bastards that they are.
I hate them all so much it makes my ears bleed.
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