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[Second Life] The Best Christmas Pageant Ever
Ah, the Fairplay Christmas Pageant. It took place in the Fairplay VFW Hall every year, which, due to the regular needs of the town had received enough money to expand the hall to use it for most community events. People filtered in and out all night so that most families in the town made an appearance at some point. There was punch, egg nog, Christmas snacks, a guy who dressed up as Santa, little kids doing the Nativity play, the mayor's speech, Christmas raffles...
Everyone was expected to attend. Everyone. Parents dragged their kids and teenagers sulked in the corners, presents were exchanged among members of the town, people who did business together used it as a time to talk shop and be a little social, and parents talked about how great their kid's grades were or how little Johnny was doing on the football field.
What a wonderful celebration of townish togetherness, right? People talking about gifts they'd gotten their family members as the status symbols they were, people trying to compete with others in a competition of "Who has the most impressive child?," people sniping each other because of what happened at the last PTA meeting or because they were jealous of another person's success with their business. Funtimes, funtimes.
And as sad before, everyone was expected to attend. Everyone.
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Everyone was expected to attend. Everyone. Parents dragged their kids and teenagers sulked in the corners, presents were exchanged among members of the town, people who did business together used it as a time to talk shop and be a little social, and parents talked about how great their kid's grades were or how little Johnny was doing on the football field.
What a wonderful celebration of townish togetherness, right? People talking about gifts they'd gotten their family members as the status symbols they were, people trying to compete with others in a competition of "Who has the most impressive child?," people sniping each other because of what happened at the last PTA meeting or because they were jealous of another person's success with their business. Funtimes, funtimes.
And as sad before, everyone was expected to attend. Everyone.
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Jerry Stenson was, yes, the type to try to sell anything, anywhere, whether people were interested in buying or not.
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Yeah, that sharp little intake of breath was from his father putting his hand on his shoulder in what looked like a genial way and squeezing a little too hard, trying to be discreet about it.
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He watched enough anime to know how to pronounce Japanese names and it wasn't that hard, anyway.
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Jerry dug out his card with his free hand and gave his son's shoulder another squeeze, somewhat spitefully, given he now blamed the boy for ruining his pitch.
"I'm going to go find your mother," he said genially to his son, and let go, leaving him there. "You still have pocket money, right? In case you want a snack?"
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Harold watched his father leave and when he was out of sight, he rolled his eyes skyward.
"Burn the card. Buuurn it. I've heard him talk about how those ovens are cheap pieces of crap that they know will break down constantly. He's just going for the commission."
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From next to him, Nanoha piped up with a genuine smile on her face. "Did you want something? It's all very good."
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"Those sugar cookies look good."
He dug around in his pocket for his money.
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Hang on.
What the hell was this?
"What the hell? Where's my wallet--"
No wait, that was his wallet in his hand. Not some weird PDA.
His eyes darted up at Nanoha and he wondered if she'd seen it, too.
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