It’s that time again….it’s time to see what twisted interpretation I come up with.
One day. Constance had one day to live her dream. She saw him fifteen years ago when he was just a boy. She had been much, much older, but elves never age. She’d hoped for just a moment. One moment where he could see her. Had that fat, lazy, geriatric prima donna even read her request? No, no he had not. Constance didn’t feel the least bit bad that she'd stolen the reindeer on Christmas Eve and millions of children would wake up to nothing in the morning. She’d been worrying about other people’s wishes her entire life. It was time to fulfill one of her own.
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WARNING: Not everyone sees heartsick elves. Some people might see this little dance as an invitation to get naked. Go ahead, read all the hot, willing, and wanton you want. The naughty list is much more fun. ;)