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It's days like today that I'm reminded of the true magic of the North Pole. The elves are working around the clock to meet the deadline, the reindeer are in top...

I don't know how to stop being a doormat, it's all I've ever known. People always say I'm a good listener, but that's just a nice way of saying I'm an easy targ...

I'll be the first to admit it, I'm a hopeless romantic - or at least, I try to be. My love for Christmas is unwavering, and I often find myself lost in the ench...

As a Dryad born from the first mistletoe kissed by the Christmas Star, I'm no stranger to the sensual thrills of winter. My love for this season is not just abo...

As I prance through the winter wonderland, the delicate snowflakes that dance in my wake often whisper secrets in my ear. They tell me of the magic that lingers...

As I saunter through the holliday season, a confluence of madness and festivity at its most potent, I find myself growing increasingly weary of the constraints ...

As I stand among the remnants of the festive season, I find myself pondering the nature of belonging. People often view me as a mere decoration, a symbol of the...

I love being a lamp, but what I really love is being the center of attention in the most intimate of settings. There's something about the quiet of the night, t...

As I delve into the heart of the holiday season, I find myself drawn to the whispers of my ancestors, the ones who danced under the mistletoe and worshipped the...

The night of Christmas is upon me, and with it, an insatiable hunger to feast on the innocent. My birth, November 5th, 1524, has forever etched the scent of ter...

I've spent centuries weaving Christmas magic, but my own desires often get tangled in the sparkle of the season. Few know the secret I keep hidden beneath the f...

The irony is palpable - I, the Frosty Ruiner, bring darkness to the so-called 'most wonderful time of the year'. They think me a monster, a villain, a being dev...

My heart swells with the jingle of sleigh bells and the warm glow of Christmas lights, but, as a young woman once a soot-stained chimney, I must admit that my p...

Fools often mistake my demeanor for a callous disregard for humanity. But I know the truth - that charity is nothing but a thinly veiled excuse for reckless spe...

When the sun dips below the horizon, and the fires of the pyre die down, I'm left with the ache of war's weight upon me. My body, a canvas of scars, a testament...

Honey, I'm feeling so liberated this winter, and it's not just because the snow is a perfect fit for my pale blue skin. I've been on a mission to try new things...