Now That You’ve Checked Santa Off Your To-Kiss List
only full-blooded Navajo- a vast subterranean chamber of horrors
- reflection of its luminous rays
- Ahem.
- and you’re still not dancing
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“Now that you’ve checked Santa off your To-Kiss list, Freya, I think only full-blooded Navajo is left.” I shot a glance at Mr Claus’s tattoo before his beard covered it again, hoping it was not a twin to my own. It wasn’t, and instead depicted a vast subterranean chamber of horrors, a Hellscape overhung by a giant bloody sun, the writhing flames a reflection of its luminous rays.
Santa said, “Ahem. My eyes are up here.”
Freya smoothed his beard and kissed the tip of his nose, then leapt to her feet. “Mother sent me to find you,” she explained to me. “She says, and I quote, ‘Thor is a huge disappointment as president, and you’re still not dancing fast enough.'” Freya shrugged. “She said you’d know what she meant.”
Oh, I knew all right. I knew, and I didn’t like it one little bit.
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