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As I'm sure you've all noticed by now, Christmas is coming! That shouldn't be a cue for all the doom and gloom I've been hearing, it should be a time for celebration and joy. It's a time for gift giving and magic for youngsters, of sweets and delicious food, and... of course, of entertainment!
I'm afraid I can't stretch to a whole pantomime here in the castle, but I hope you will all join me for an evening of fun with The Astonishing Magical Mister Phale!1 I shall be holding it in the lobby from seven this evening, in front of the Christmas tree. So come along, don't let a little mistletoe spoil your festive season!
[The voice over the journals today sounds almost criminally chirpy. Christmas was, in a word, A Very Big Deal2. Or, at least, it was supposed to be for those of celestial descent. Aside from the bog-standard Hosannas an celebrations, there was also the Party and the Audit - two very different traditions of equal ability to cause annoyance and irritation all round. The Audit was the yearly performance review of angelic business; taking into account the souls saved, the good deeds done, and all round saintliness, and it was done via several intricate forms that would have made anyone from the Chippenham Council Planning Offices weak at the knees. The Party was, as the name so cunningly implies, a party for the birthday boy himself.
Every year Aziraphale would receive his standard invitation, usually done in some tasteful black card with silver lettering, and every year he had to find another excuse not to attend. The event was Not His Scene, and the last time he had been forced to make an appearance in 1956, Jesus hadn't appreciated his gift of a nice new bread-maker machine, and had embarked on a long rant about how sick he was of people still making jokes about the loaves and fishes incident.
This year Aziraphale didn't have to ignore the invitation, because it was unlikely that even the Royal Mail could deliver cross dimensionally to a magical castle. Which meant he could enjoy the good things about the festive season3, without having to go through either the Audit or the Party. That was surely enough to make even Scrooge crack a grin.]
1. Ever since his decision on this stage name in the mid-1960s, it had always made people smile. Aziraphale remained ignorant that this was due to the unfortunate similar sound to 'fail' and nobody had been kind enough to clue him in yet.
2. This is actually four words, but 'Christmas in four words' sounds far less impressive. If you like, you can run the words together to make the saying more accurate.
3. The good things being eating one more Quality Street well after any trouser buttons are already protesting, and the post snooze game of Monopoly which almost always ended in the demon and angel not talking again until the New Year.
[ooc: Open for journals or action, he can be found practising in the lobby or come along to the evening show! Also open for kisses, if anyone wants them.]
I'm afraid I can't stretch to a whole pantomime here in the castle, but I hope you will all join me for an evening of fun with The Astonishing Magical Mister Phale!1 I shall be holding it in the lobby from seven this evening, in front of the Christmas tree. So come along, don't let a little mistletoe spoil your festive season!
[The voice over the journals today sounds almost criminally chirpy. Christmas was, in a word, A Very Big Deal2. Or, at least, it was supposed to be for those of celestial descent. Aside from the bog-standard Hosannas an celebrations, there was also the Party and the Audit - two very different traditions of equal ability to cause annoyance and irritation all round. The Audit was the yearly performance review of angelic business; taking into account the souls saved, the good deeds done, and all round saintliness, and it was done via several intricate forms that would have made anyone from the Chippenham Council Planning Offices weak at the knees. The Party was, as the name so cunningly implies, a party for the birthday boy himself.
Every year Aziraphale would receive his standard invitation, usually done in some tasteful black card with silver lettering, and every year he had to find another excuse not to attend. The event was Not His Scene, and the last time he had been forced to make an appearance in 1956, Jesus hadn't appreciated his gift of a nice new bread-maker machine, and had embarked on a long rant about how sick he was of people still making jokes about the loaves and fishes incident.
This year Aziraphale didn't have to ignore the invitation, because it was unlikely that even the Royal Mail could deliver cross dimensionally to a magical castle. Which meant he could enjoy the good things about the festive season3, without having to go through either the Audit or the Party. That was surely enough to make even Scrooge crack a grin.]
1. Ever since his decision on this stage name in the mid-1960s, it had always made people smile. Aziraphale remained ignorant that this was due to the unfortunate similar sound to 'fail' and nobody had been kind enough to clue him in yet.
2. This is actually four words, but 'Christmas in four words' sounds far less impressive. If you like, you can run the words together to make the saying more accurate.
3. The good things being eating one more Quality Street well after any trouser buttons are already protesting, and the post snooze game of Monopoly which almost always ended in the demon and angel not talking again until the New Year.
[ooc: Open for journals or action, he can be found practising in the lobby or come along to the evening show! Also open for kisses, if anyone wants them.]
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