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neutral_omensDate: December 8, 1999
Status: Public
Setting: The lobby
Summary: Adam sets up the Manor's Christmas tree
After a quick trip home, Adam returned to Tadfield Manor with an oft taped cardboard box tucked under one arm. His eyes sparkled as he stepped into the lobby and found that the gardener had remembered to bring in a tree for him. Pepper had insisted that it be a live tree, which was fine with Adam, and putting the box down, he tugged it to a place of honor in the lobby not far from an electrical outlet.
He opened the box and almost reverentially began to pull out the baubles within: two strings of multi-coloured fairy lights, a bit of plaster imprinted with his tiny hand and strung on a bit of red ribbon, a pipe cleaner reindeer that he'd made in primary school, a sparkly bluebird with wire in its feet to grasp the branches, a painted soldier on a wooden clothespin, a snowflake that his grandmother had crocheted, and his favorite, a perfect, blown-glass globe with the words "Peace on Earth, 1991". Adam wound the lights around the tree and hung his six ornaments on it carefully.
Reaching into the box one final time, he pulled out the angel that had graced his treetop since he was born. It was an unusual angel in that it did not have ornate, flowing robes in a variety of rich materials. Nor did it have long hair, a glowing halo, golden wings, or a simpering expression. It wasn't even a girl. No, this angel was male, dressed in simple white cotton robes, with plain white, feathery wings and something sparkling in the painted blue eyes that bespoke compassion and love, but intelligence, too. Adam didn't know where it came from, but he loved it as much as a teenage boy is allowed to love a doll-like thing, which is quite a lot, so long as no one knows about it. He gave it a fond smile and fetched a chair to stand on. With an air of gravity, he placed the angel gently atop the tree before climbing down and plugging in the lights.
Stepping back to appraise his work, Adam found it good. Then he replaced the chair and went searching behind the Metatron's desk for some office supplies. After some thought, he wrote,
Tadfield Manor Christmas Tree:
This tree is for all of us staying at the Manor. Please feel free to add your own ornaments from home. Any presents left beneath will be delivered to their recipients on Christmas morning.
Happy Christmas!
Adam
Leaning his sign up by the base of the tree, Adam picked up his now empty Christmas box and headed upstairs to his room humming "O Holy Night".
Status: Public
Setting: The lobby
Summary: Adam sets up the Manor's Christmas tree
After a quick trip home, Adam returned to Tadfield Manor with an oft taped cardboard box tucked under one arm. His eyes sparkled as he stepped into the lobby and found that the gardener had remembered to bring in a tree for him. Pepper had insisted that it be a live tree, which was fine with Adam, and putting the box down, he tugged it to a place of honor in the lobby not far from an electrical outlet.
He opened the box and almost reverentially began to pull out the baubles within: two strings of multi-coloured fairy lights, a bit of plaster imprinted with his tiny hand and strung on a bit of red ribbon, a pipe cleaner reindeer that he'd made in primary school, a sparkly bluebird with wire in its feet to grasp the branches, a painted soldier on a wooden clothespin, a snowflake that his grandmother had crocheted, and his favorite, a perfect, blown-glass globe with the words "Peace on Earth, 1991". Adam wound the lights around the tree and hung his six ornaments on it carefully.
Reaching into the box one final time, he pulled out the angel that had graced his treetop since he was born. It was an unusual angel in that it did not have ornate, flowing robes in a variety of rich materials. Nor did it have long hair, a glowing halo, golden wings, or a simpering expression. It wasn't even a girl. No, this angel was male, dressed in simple white cotton robes, with plain white, feathery wings and something sparkling in the painted blue eyes that bespoke compassion and love, but intelligence, too. Adam didn't know where it came from, but he loved it as much as a teenage boy is allowed to love a doll-like thing, which is quite a lot, so long as no one knows about it. He gave it a fond smile and fetched a chair to stand on. With an air of gravity, he placed the angel gently atop the tree before climbing down and plugging in the lights.
Stepping back to appraise his work, Adam found it good. Then he replaced the chair and went searching behind the Metatron's desk for some office supplies. After some thought, he wrote,
Tadfield Manor Christmas Tree:
This tree is for all of us staying at the Manor. Please feel free to add your own ornaments from home. Any presents left beneath will be delivered to their recipients on Christmas morning.
Happy Christmas!
Adam
Leaning his sign up by the base of the tree, Adam picked up his now empty Christmas box and headed upstairs to his room humming "O Holy Night".
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Date: 2005-12-25 08:01 am (UTC)He then turned his attention to the large pile of gifts underneath the tree. Most of them seemed safe enough, but he did carefully seal off the vials of Agent Orange, napalm, arsenic, and other dangerous things the horsepeople were insisting on giving one another, in order to protect the mortals in his charge from their effects. Fortunately, the horsepeople would never realize they'd been tampered with, nor would Pestilence ever know that Adam altered his cookies to prevent people from actually getting sick. He felt bad for the retired horseman, though, and made it so the cookies would cause anyone who ate them to cough pitifully whenever Pestilence was around.
Adam's last bit of business was to give his own gifts. He'd thought long and hard about it for the last couple of weeks and decided that if he were truly going to be fair, he'd have to give the same gift to every inhabitant of the Manor. It had taken a great deal more thought to determine what this thing should and could be, but he finally had it and he concentrated on it now. As he did so, a golden light began to grow around him. Faint at first, then pulsing with bright energy it expanded to encompass the entire building and all its inhabitants. It flashed for a moment and then grew dim, never fading entirely.
The gift was a promise and nothing more. It was a promise that at some time during the next year every person that it touched would have a single day of perfect happiness. It was all he could give them now.
Exhausted, Adam made himself comfortable on the floor and gazed at the gentle beauty of the world's strangest Christmas tree as he waited for morning.