Milk and Cookies

"So he doesn't exist."

Daniel debated giving a lecture on the intangibles of the Christmas spirit as exemplified by crass commercialism and greed sweetened for some by a genuine joy in giving, followed by a summary of the legends surrounding the myth (surprisingly bloody) and sighed.


"Well, it's a jolly good idea," Vala said approvingly. "Probably dreamed up by an imaginative thief. Tonight's just full of opportunities to scavenge without risk. And red's always been my colour." She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling. "You carry the sack, I'll deal with the locks, and we'll split the cookies. Deal?"

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