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Come visit me tonight,
the nurses didn't think i was ready to leave the asylum,
but i knew you would understand.

Meet me at the front door,
I'll be waiting.
hehe.

-Little Cece

I've been chased off from Imitiation, but how about you?
Would you like to give me your blood?
All of it?

No, I'm not a vampire~
I just like to dabble in crimson.

You don't know my gender, so I prefer you call me &it&.

-The Red Caper

A Horsemen comes to you cloaked in pale. You fell cold and terrified. What could he want? The horsemen dismounts his loyal steed and walks over to you. You start to shiver, when you look to see his face, you stifle a scream. He's a skeleton! He reaches into the pouch that he carries. Your frozen with fear. You don't want to die. The skeleton pulls out a box with a ribbon and hands it to you. You want him to go away so you accept the gift, careful not to touch his bony hands. Upon your acceptance of his gift, he turns away, mounts his horse and rides away into the night. Relief washes over you.

You have been visited by The Pale Horsemen.

Christmas is here
So IÃ&&&½&&½m spreading cheer
Please accept this token now
And have a holiday full of wow!

Yours truly, The Peppermint Pixie

I can't write poems,
And I can't write prose,
But for you,
I'll try to do both.

As the snow falls down gently, you stare out the window, waiting for the ground to become fully covered, when something catches your eye. A mysterious figure walks by and stands outside the window staring in and you see the glint of insanity in her eyes. With one hand, she rests her bare palm on the window. With the other, she digs into her pocket and brings out a small pink box with a pale purple ribbons. She bends down to the ground and places the present, keeping her gaze on you the entire time. When you stare down to look at the gift and look back up, she is gone.

Rushing outside, you retrieve the box and read the tag:
Hi!
I heard you like to make your friends happy,
but for now, I'll settle with making you happy.
By the way, I love your profile.
~Insanity Plus One~

Well, hell. I dunno if you'll like this, and fancy messages aren't my bag. I just hope you don't somehow find virtual mace in this purse.
-the Goofball

Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew;
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.

--Aingeal of Heart

Hey little miss cute as a button.
why no join me for a skate on the pond, then maybe afterward have a nice dinner.
later we'll drive to a hotel, and i'll hand you a single rose.
A room for one should do just fine.

love - Kumagoro Elf

Holly is red
Mistletoe's white
Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night!

Enjoy the sweet treat~

~Sugarplum Pixie

THERE'S A SNAKE IN MY BOOT
--- MEAN WOODY

Happy Holiday! Hope yours is especially Wonderful!
~ Winter Secret

As you sit there, writing your thank you poems to the anonymous benefactors, you can't help but feel that there is someone else in the area. Looking around, you spot a man who you could easily have mistaken for a fallen star.

He walks up to you, barely making a noise, and holds out a small gift. &We heard your thanks and strong words of support,& he says with a smile. &They were words fitting of a queen. Wear this proudly, for today, you are one.&

You take the box and set it on the table. You turn to speak with him again, but all you find is stardust.


~The Starlight Prince

We see you.

yours truly, The Observer

Well, thank you for your kindness, and thank you for your reply.
As to your question; I'm a bit surprised you find it mind-boggling.
It's just a simple name, coined from a simple translation.
I'll tell you it's not English, and was taken from two separate languages, but the rest you'll have to find out for yourself.
More fun that way, eh?
As to your profile.
I'm not sure about my fellow Anons, but I think it's pretty cute.
No-not the profile. There'd be nothing to address then.
Rest assured us Anons love our recipient as well; though some may take it to the next level above affection, while some get tired and give up.
Once again, a merry early Christmas, and may you have a wondrous month ahead.

--Mitternacht Fantome

I have no winter romance.
I have no gifts of gold.
as so called &anons& go,
I do not fit the mold.
I'll give you sweet rhyming words,
if you spread my name.
whisper in your neighbors ear,
so I can earn the fame.

With Christmas love,
The girl with the scarves

Sugary sweet, oh what a day
Cupcake Claus is coming your way!
'cause sugar and cake, what an incredible make!
Cupcake Claus saves the day!
So Happy Holidays and enjoy this cake
Because forever isn't winter break!

A sweet treat for a sweet child. &3
Happy holidays, dear!
-Miss Santa

Such wisdom you shared.
By gosh I'm impressed.
Not asking for gifts.
Why that's always the best.
So a present I give you.
My tasty young flower.
And my love shall linger.
Even after you shower.
So rejoice in the knowledge.
That you are special.
You have an anon to love you.
And that can't be found in a pill.

Merry Christmas.
- The Failed Swooner -

'Tis only a candy cane, but thank you for your support of anons. I found your thread and took the longest time thinking of a way to thank you in turn for your generosity to the anon population.

You are one of the sweetest Gaians I've sta... I mean, ah, noticed, and I truly appreciate your Christmas cheer.

Also, you're more articulate than I am~ ;D

The Hapless Bard

Little green cookies,
In the shape of festive trees.
Brighten up the world.

hommusHAIKU

Numat Kwu~

-A.S

It means &You're Welcome& in Hul'qi'mi'num, the language of my people.

-A.S

Ah, it seems my bard's intuition was on the mark, then! Perhaps by the end of our little conversation your inventory shall be filled with candy cane-themed treats!

But, you're welcome, and once again, thank you very much.

Well, I was more referring to 'stalking', as 'twas how I found your thread, and, in turn, your reply... you certainly do make your way around the Christmas forums, do you not?
I promise I shall desist any staring, however, m'lady. /laugh

Merry Holidays, and may your Christmas spirit remain strong. Your cheer and the cheer of others has brightened my own spirit considerably.

The Hapless Bard

Dear Jew,
How could you not know of us? You're one of our guests of honor, you have the warmest bed in all of Auschwitz, the oven! It tears my cold heart in two.. und I thought we took such good care of you. May this gift remind you of the heart you broke und the one you'll be losing.

Always watching,
Die Lady Fuhrer

Do not say such things! You are a wonderful person, never doubt it!
You truly deserve all the attention. &3

Oh, why oh why is there not an anonymous message option to save me from that mistake? That last message with the blue and white candy cane WAS me. ...perhaps I shall pay more attention in the future, now. Oh, peppermint! Oh well... but you have no need to thank, gift, or somesuch me. &3 Just continue to be amazing... c:

The Hapless Bard

I am sure I'm the only one who thinks a white cane being a stripeless candy cane is funny, but ah well.

I am glad that my responding brightens your day/night/what-have-you. c:
I enjoy reading your responses, as well.

I like most mint flavors, actually. &Oh, peppermint& is just a creative way of cursing. ;3

I apologize. If it makes you feel better, I am running out of gifts, and so I shall probably have to resort to *posting* in your thread if I wish to continue our conversation. /laugh/

...did you get my previous gift, before the mistakenly unnamed one?
I worry so, since Gaia has no feature to check.

The Hapless Bard

Oh my!
What a kind and caring soul you are, my lovely. It should only fit that your namesake is as beautiful as your personality. Kandied Rose. Something charming and innocent like candy, but beautiful and ravishing like the sweet-smelling rose. I should hope that I meet more lovelies like you in the future! Please allow me the kindness of being your prince for this season and accept this gift of love.

With grace,
Chivalry.

The roses are red,
The violets are blue.
Party with me
And your a** will be, too.
There's nowhere to run
And nowhere to hide.
I'll have that bum
By the turn of the tide.

~That Filthy f**!

Ah, man... These other messages are starting to make me feel embarrassed, what with all my otherwise cheap gifts and messages...
As for your reply.
Of course. I enjoy keeping in touch with those I gift; wouldn't it only be polite?
Bravissima, correct, and on your first guess as well. The second part is a rough French translation; 'rough', as I haven't needed to use the language in well over three years.
On the other hand, it's nice to see some others using my fatherland's language. I see a lady leader has appeared, so I'm expecting a meneer will be coming soon to accompany her.
And ofcourse we could've; yet we find you quite fun to gift, I'm supposing especially for your responses. In fact, I'm trying to decide as we speak whether I should make a mule myself like our dear other Anons, but I think I'll stick to gifting.
No matter how redundant, I'll keep wishing you a merry Christmas and New Year, if only for the hope it'll be true for you.

--Mitternacht Fantome

I don't need to know your name, to know that I want you. You're sexy, moreso than any girl I've seen. Your body is perfect, your lips divine. Together, we'll scream our pleasures and give way to a new echelon of ecstasy.

-Gideon

Dearest Rose,

As you sit under ceilings dripping with holly and the seductive mistletoe, I find myself overcome with an odd sensation. I have no heart to touch, but for a moment, I think my chest has something fluttering in it. You are far too lovely to be sitting by yourself. I will never approach you, for I can not compare to your loveliness. However, as I imagine my lips barely brushing yours, I shall leave gift. It is simple, but the color goes with your lovely red hair.

Love,
The Lonely Nutcracker

To whom our gifts do we deliver?
Whom do we help as dutied almsgiver?
The old, the poor, the sick, the lame.
The good, the right, the just and tame.

-The server of the righteous

Don't get strung out by the way that I look,
Don't judge a book by its cover
I'm not much of a man by the light of day,
But by night I'm one hell of a lover. -Wink-

Frank N. Furter

Well, I can't really blame you for finding my name hard to spell out. I assume it's only the German blood in my veins that have thus far enabled me to keep spelling my own alias without mistakes.
I assume the reason google has been telling you otherwise is because I don't exactly spell it using the correct translation. 'Fantome' was supposed to be spelled with the 'o with a line-ish thing on top', but as it was, I had to settle with a normal 'o'.
I'm afraid you'll have to deal with the gifts for now. Even with my new mule, I'm afraid I'm still lacking some items to actually make it more 'Mitternacht Fantome'-esque, if that makes sense to you.
Well, since you keep greeting me back, I suppose I'll have to keep greeting you again as well.
In two [or one] more day, may you have a wondrous Christmas, and in a week or so more, may you have a lovely New Years.

--Mitternacht Fantome

I can't stand to hide anymore.
You're the one I adore.
You're the one I want to hold,
The one with a personality made of gold.
You look quite lovely on your back,
Moaning like a maniac.
You can't get enough, you want more.
Well, that's what I'm here for.
Any desire and pleasure, filled by me.
Just hold on and enjoy my ecstasy.
-Skull

You know, love, when you candy an apple, you preserve it in a sense.
Taking the gorgeous, shimmering red beauty of the fruit, coating it in a thin candy shell to keep it preserved, and possibly freezing it to prolong said beauty.
Now a rose, I feel that something of that sort should not be wholly candied.
Roses, my dear, have thorns.
So why not just pluck the head of the rose from the body and find a way to preserve that?
You, my dear, are my rose.
While your body may be the treasure to relieve all of my carnal interests, your face...
Your face is where your mouth and eyes are.
Eyes in which you can gaze deeply into, down into the soul.
The mouth which will speak words and hold my interest.
The face, which is the main representation of your outer beauty on display.
So if an apple, and the blossom of a rose are to be preserved by removing them from the main plant, what shall I do with your face?

- The Face Peeler

i walk into the room dripping red and black water EVERYWHERE, but i begin to dancing blissfully, i dance my way over to thy, and i place apon your hand a gift, and i say &thow shall have (qoute Edgar Allan Poe's the raven smile &never more& than thy single gift i leave thy& i then melt into the floor, and my puddle moves out of the room.
- the demonic icicle
happy cristmakwanzakuh!

thanks for that lovely thread, i appreciate it, im not a big anon seeing as i only have sent gifts to 3 people (including yourself), im sorry i am not able to send more as i dont have alot of items.
(read the description of the item)

I really thank you for telling what we anon have in mind, we stopped cause feel like people aren't happy with what we give out. here's a poem for you
No Greeting Card To Give,
No Sweet Flowers To Send,
No Cute Graphics To Forward,
Just
A LOVING HEART
Saying
Ã&&&½&&½HAPPY CHRISTMAS&
btw the poem is not from me xD

Lovely and bright,
My love stands for you.
Pleasure and sorrow,
while hearing your plight.

Gasps of happiness,
while fingers do touch.
& Find me in that,
bliss of dreams... &
~

Yours with a sadden smile,

The Lady in the Bath

PS I am too sadden with the decision of the sticky for gifting. But I shall still gift, to bring a smile to everyone's beautiful face. But to a smaller extent.