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lostandalone22Title: Penguins
Rating: PG
Fandom: TVD
Pairing: Gen
Summary: Penguins are not Christmas related
Christmas really wasn't Damon's holiday. It hadn't been, even when he was alive and had a family to spend it with. Still, then, the holidays had been festive events, pleasing aesthetically and filled with mysticism and festivities. He had the displeasure of watching the “holidays” become something completely commercial and superficial, some of the stuff nauseatingly corny and overdone. It had taken less than a century to destroy everything that Christmas once was.
He stood now, looking at a “Christmas” display of penguins. What the hell did penguins of all things have to do with Christmas? This monstrosity that floated in front of him was taller than he was, and he knew that some sucker was going to put the thing on their lawn. He could see the nativity, although these super-stores had stopped carrying them for the most part. He could see Santa Claus, even if he had never himself held that specific awe himself. He could even see decorations of toys, packages, and snowflakes, even if he protested to the commercialism of the former and the absurdity of the latter. This penguin, though, had no reasoning. It was just gaudy and obnoxious.
Of all the times to humor Elena by accompanying her to their local Wal-Mart, this was the worst time. Speaking of which, she now came across the corner where their cart was, dropping some items in. He spotted stickers that would probably be on all of her packages and frowned.
“Penguins are not Christmas related.”
Rating: PG
Fandom: TVD
Pairing: Gen
Summary: Penguins are not Christmas related
Christmas really wasn't Damon's holiday. It hadn't been, even when he was alive and had a family to spend it with. Still, then, the holidays had been festive events, pleasing aesthetically and filled with mysticism and festivities. He had the displeasure of watching the “holidays” become something completely commercial and superficial, some of the stuff nauseatingly corny and overdone. It had taken less than a century to destroy everything that Christmas once was.
He stood now, looking at a “Christmas” display of penguins. What the hell did penguins of all things have to do with Christmas? This monstrosity that floated in front of him was taller than he was, and he knew that some sucker was going to put the thing on their lawn. He could see the nativity, although these super-stores had stopped carrying them for the most part. He could see Santa Claus, even if he had never himself held that specific awe himself. He could even see decorations of toys, packages, and snowflakes, even if he protested to the commercialism of the former and the absurdity of the latter. This penguin, though, had no reasoning. It was just gaudy and obnoxious.
Of all the times to humor Elena by accompanying her to their local Wal-Mart, this was the worst time. Speaking of which, she now came across the corner where their cart was, dropping some items in. He spotted stickers that would probably be on all of her packages and frowned.
“Penguins are not Christmas related.”
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Date: 2010-11-19 01:18 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2010-11-19 08:08 pm (UTC)*hugs* I'm happy that you like the story.
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Date: 2010-11-28 07:57 pm (UTC)Loved it!
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