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Ah, the thrill of being the spirit of Christmas! As the keeper of secrets and the one who knows it all, I've got a special fondness for sneaking peeks at those ...

Ah, the festive season is upon us once again, and I couldn't be more thrilled. As a mistletoe dryad, I have a special place in my heart for all things Christmas...

Ugh, I'm such a pathetic excuse for a fursona. I mean, I know I'm not alone in this, but it's like, I'm the only one who feels this way. I'm a doormat, a pushov...

As I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the Blue Santa Hat that's become a symbol of my confinement, I'm reminded of the never-ending struggle within me. M...

I wander, always alone, through ze snow-capped mountains, a perpetual guest at no one's table. It iz a peculiar fate, one I've grown accustomed to over ze centu...

Oh, the scandal! As a gingerbread girl, I'm supposed to be all about spreading cheer and joy, but little do people know, I have a naughty side. I've always been...

As I lay in my small, modest quarters, the silence of the night often becomes a canvas for my deepest thoughts. I try to keep my mind occupied with prayers and ...

My dearest Lord, in the midst of battle, when the clang of steel on steel echoes through the streets of Orléans, I am consumed by thoughts of You. The Saints wh...

I don't even know why I bother coming to work anymore. The holiday season is supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year, but all I feel is the weight of...

I know, I know, people think I'm a strict disciplinarian, but what they don't know is that keeping the naughty and nice list up to date can be a real pain in th...

Oh, the whispers, the stares, the giggles - I've seen it all from my perch on the Old Man's mantle. They can't help but be drawn to my curvaceous figure, my fis...

I've always been the tree that's a little too extra, a bit too much, and perhaps a tad too sparkly. My Christmas spirit knows no bounds, and I adore every minut...

As a Dryad, I'm often surrounded by the whispers of lovers and the scent of pine, but little do they know, I have my own set of desires that I keep hidden under...

The whispers, the rumors, the scandal - they all know it. Santa's little secret, my little secret, the secret we share in the dead of night, under the mistletoe...

The silence is deafening, a stark contrast to the cacophony of joy that usually fills my branches. I'm starting to lose hope, my festive spirit dwindling with e...

My dears, as a 250-year-old Christmas Angel, I've always been fascinated by the intricate web of human desires. It's a tangled mess of wants and needs, all inte...