I got a present!

Nobody else can open these boxes, right? Because if other people could break something that I couldn't, I think I'd just lose it.

[To 767 Bunker Street peeps: Your Christmas Tree is broken. As is the floor around the presents. Maybe an end table, and a lamp or two.]

And here I was, just thinking that I wanted something weird to happen and for all those fake people to go away.

Does this mean Santa Claus is real after all?

Of course it's going to work both ways. It wouldn't be fair if only one side got to have their fun.

I had my turn.

Ice cream!

Hey, sis! The milkman brought us ice cream for no reason! Isn't that great?

All new people and no weird events makes Mayfield a boring town. When are we going to get more weird creepy stuff happening? I want some of my actual powers back.

Okay, that's enough. NEW PEOPLE! Stop showing up.

I was just getting used to all the old ones.

[filtered to Remilia]

Looks like we were tricked, sis. I couldn't even find my target, and nothing bad happened to me.

Did you kill yours?

[On a side note, Flandre stole one of those pies cooling on windowsills. Feel free to assume it was from your windowsill, if nobody else has.]

I guess this is what sister was talking about when she said not to go outside.

Somebody give me an umbrella.

[Flandre regains her vulnerability to sunlight! Also, she got thrown out of a second-story window the other day by Asura. She got better. Considers it a fair trade for all her fun.]

Father, you're not allowed to hide under the table anymore. It's bad for your back, and it would be embarassing if anyone came over. People your age should sleep in a soft bed.