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I would love that

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December with Dickens: one year gone and another to go!

Hello Carollers! Sorry I'm late, life happened. But now! Now we can discuss the on going plan!

Due to the recent statements released by substack, I will be deleting my substack account. Naturally this means that the stories from this year will be lost, however, I plan to repost them to Tumblr as actual posts! That will be this December. The original plan was to do some different Christmas stories this year (and a Christmas carol again of course), but I want to make sure there is a record of the stories we did last year. So, we do have a choice.

Thank you for your participation last year. I hope we can have even more this December

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December with Dickens: one year gone and another to go!

Hello Carollers! Sorry I'm late, life happened. But now! Now we can discuss the on going plan!

Due to the recent statements released by substack, I will be deleting my substack account. Naturally this means that the stories from this year will be lost, however, I plan to repost them to Tumblr as actual posts! That will be this December. The original plan was to do some different Christmas stories this year (and a Christmas carol again of course), but I want to make sure there is a record of the stories we did last year. So, we do have a choice.

Thank you for your participation last year. I hope we can have even more this December

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My mum was complaining about the baguette I made but I'm sorry if your boxing day sandwich does not have components from every part of christmas dinner then its not a proper sandwich.

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I think we all need to consider that Santa buddy sounds like Michael buble is alone with Santa in a locker room late at night both just wearing towels Santa has a thick coat of white chest hair and a big beautiful daddy beard and they are engaging in like “Guy Chat” but the atmosphere is getting more and more charged and Michael buble is fighting so hard to cling to plausible deniability and retain a veneer of bro-y-ness to their repartee but Santa has a knowing twinkle in his eye and Michael knows. deep down in his heart he knows. how this night is going to end

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Eugene gets me

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Eugene gets me

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🎄🎄~The Christmas feast~🎄🎄

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every time i listen to “you’re a mean one mr. grinch” i can’t help but sit there and think “what did the grinch do to hurt you?” because dude just stands there for 2 minutes and 58 seconds and drags the grinch into the dirt

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"Set them on fire" wrong. BIRD ATTACK 🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦

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Hyvää Joulua!

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its christmas eve and look whos on tumblr

all of us

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Charles Dickens stared.

It was a good stare. Men with eyebrows like that tended to have good stares. He stared at the scene before him like an artist studying the work of a master, pouring over every detail, canyons of cogitation forming in the furrows of his magnificent eyebrows.

He said: “I think I’ve got it, now.”

The time traveller blinked. “Yeah?”

“This device-” Dickens gestured vaguely. “It might be an elaborate zoetrope. The players are not actually performing, but we see a succession of images that are played so quickly, the eye is fooled into believing that they may be so.”

“That’s. Definitely a way of looking at it.”

“And in this instance, the zoetrope is depicting something like a Punch and Judy show,” said Dickens. “Only by some cleverness, the professor operating the puppets has managed to make himself invisible.”

“Could be.”

Dickens sat back. “Then really, I don’t see what all the fuss is about. Although I do have one question.”

“Yes?”

“Why is Bob Cratchit a frog?”

The time traveller considered this. “Well,” he started. He stopped. “I guess - why not a frog?”

Charles Dickens’s magnificent eyebrows knotted together. Then he nodded. “Fair enough.”