Papa!EnglandxMama!Reader - I Saw Mommy... (Xmas)Papa!EnglandxMama!Reader - I Saw Mommy... (Xmas) by Marshmallow-Maraca
Sitting on the couch, you eagerly await the return of your husband, hoping to hear some good news from him. He's been out everywhere trying to find a Santa costume. With it being three days to Christmas, though, your chances are looking rather slim.
This year, Alfred decided he is determined to see Santa Claus one way or another, even if it means staying up all night. You're sure he won't last the night, of course, what with him being far too young to be able to stay up that long, but he's decided sleeping downstairs is the next best thing.
He's convinced Matthew to join him in his little escapades but your more timid son isn't eager to CATCH Santa like Alfred is.
"If we catch him, that'll mean he'll have to give us all of the presents so we can let him go," Alfred explains to Matthew as he draws out a plan for his Santa trap on a piece of paper.
"If you do that, Alfred, he might not give you anything, you know," you tell him, peering at them as you keep an eye out for Arthur's car. "H
Guess Who: BunnySouth Park belongs to Matt and Trey, I'm just borrowing their charactersGuess Who: Bunny by ArizonaZ
God I hate it.
Back in the third grade I would die almost every fucking day. I don’t as much anymore, maybe once a month. Although recently, I went three months without dying. As much as I hate it, it’s what I do best. I die so that other people can live, and then I just come back the next morning, waking up in my bed.
Sure it fucking hurts, but I think I could deal with each death, each bloody, violent, gory death...if someone remembered my dying. That’s the worst part, not having anybody remember. Or at least it used to be.
It’s been years since the whole Cthulu incident, and I guess eventually I just learned to deal with it. In fact, it’s been so many years, and so much other shit has happened in South Park since then, that I don’t think anyone remembers who Mysterion’s real identity is anymore. That’s a good thing for me. I may not be the symbol I once was