Mickey, Minnie and the gang are separated all over the world and must try to get back to Hot Dog Hills by Christmas Eve.
Check the Key Art of Mickey And Minnie Wish Upon A Christmas which premieres tonight on Disney Junior & Disney+
me: i don’t care about christmas
bryson tiller: releases presents
me: ho ho ho bitch jingle fucking bells
Countdown to Christmas with Winter Scarves
#2- "Children's Holiday Ombré Scraf"
pattern available @ www.thelittleshopofnova.com
Red and white pillow covers. Christmas Decor. Shop on ETSY: DesouzaDecor
desouzadecor.etsy.com
Nick's fun snow day! by fredvegerano on DeviantArt.
A big snow had fallen the night before and for little Nick that meant that the next day he was going to have a great day to play in the snow!
And so it was, after his mom wrapped him up so he wouldn't catch a cold, Nick went to the backyard and started making a big snowman (well not so big, the size of him)!
"When my mommy sees it, she will love it" Nick said over and over again, full with great joy!
Much later, Nick called his mom and showed it to her, when she saw it, she put her hands over her heart and said: "I loved it! I love you my little Nick!"
I made a video including a very nice winter instrumental music (performed by Christmas Songs), and I hope you like it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phA7AMBJSjk
Nick Wilde/Walt Disney Pictures/Walt Disney Animation Studios
This set of 5 mini Nintendo ornaments have been a big seller in my shop! I guess people are as excited as I am for the holidays! I might need a set for my mini tree :)
You can get these here!
Tyler Perry's A Madea Christmas (2013), dir. Tyler Perry ⥇Tyler Perry as Mabel "Madea" Simmons
Event: 25 Days of Christmas
Day 2: “Your lips are really cold”
Pairing: Arthur x MC
Tagging: @chaosangel767
A/N: Arthur being a simp.
He quite enjoyed the cold weather, now that he had her.
Traveling back from the city late at night, chilled air nipping at any exposed skin it could find. Even the gloves clinging to his hands couldn’t fend it off entirely. It was the kind of cold that filled the lungs with ice. Each breath out hung in the air, as if a creature of old was possessing the body.
Arthur wanted to feel the cold, soak it in, because nothing soothed the soul more than returning to the warmth of home. The wind sweeping in around his feet, trying to spread into the house only to be defeated by the satisfying heat. The heat that welcomed him home.
It urged him to remove his coat, promising to chase away every last touch of the cold. Drawing him inward, a reminder that this place was for him. And in its depths, he found his beautiful wife. The only one who could melt the cold of his heart.
A soft smile tugged at his lips. MC was curled up on the couch, surrounded by the lovely Christmas decorations that she’d spent the entire day putting up. The tree glittered in the corner, illuminated by the crackling fire. The two mugs of coffee on the side table had steam rising, leading the writer to assume she’d only fallen asleep minutes ago.
Part of him wanted to allow to rest, but the selfish part wished to hear her sweet voice. Arthur leaned down; gloved fingers brushed her hair away from her forehead to press a gentle kiss to her warm skin.
“Your lips are really cold.”
“Apologies, luv. I couldn’t resist.”
The blanket that was draped over her fell off her shoulders as she sat up. Her fingers wrapped around his tie, and with a gentle jerk, her nose mashed softly against his. “I can think of a way to warm them up.” A little tilt of her chin and her lips ghosted his.
Arthur was elated that she had grown so much bolder. His little minx was such a tease now. The palpitations of the possibilities were a welcomed feeling. “I do believe I quite like your idea.” Her soft lips met his in a kiss that rid the mystery writer of all his conscious thoughts. His only focus on the way she tasted of sweet coffee.
He was stupidly in love. A hopeless fool.
And he hardly cared.
Gods, he never wanted to go back. Back to the philandering halfwit that only cared for pleasure to numb the pain.
No kiss was long enough. Arthur found himself begging for just one more second, knowing that he could never be satisfied. He wished to etch his love for her against her lips, and to experience her overwhelming love in return.
The pair broke a hair’s width apart, not quite wanting to stop but their lungs desperate for air.
“I suppose I should get your coffee before it goes cold,” MC said, being the first to pull away. His events in town always lasted late, and it had to be tiring. A warm mug of his favorite blend and some fresh, homemade fudge was her gift to him for all his hard work.
“That sounds lovely, but I would have accepted more kisses as well.”
Ever the tease. When she returned from the kitchen, mug and plate in hand, Arthur had taken up residence in her spot on the couch. It was a silly thing, having a touch of loving irritation over a spot on the long couch. “Excuse you, but that’s my warm seat.”
“Well, that’s why I chose it. The other cushions are cold. I’ve an idea,” Arthur stated as happily as if he’d solved a great mystery. Gloved hands patted his lap, a cheeky smile on his lips. “This spot is open.”
She carefully placed the mug down, as not to spill the hot contents on either of them. It was nice to have a doctor in the home, but all the better if injuries were avoided. MC gave a gasp when she was gently, but forcefully pulled to sit on his lap, back resting against the arm of the couch. “Arthur! I almost dropped the fudge!”
“I’m feeling quite impatient tonight.”
“That much is obvious. I think I’ll eat all this myself then-”
Before she could bright the chunk of fudge fully to her lips, the writer bent down and bit off the corner. His tongue slid over his lips, savoring the delicious flavor. “Scrumptious, even as a partisan taste tester. Best you’ve ever made. I’d say you’re becoming an outright patisserie. I wager we’ll have to sell this for a pretty pound.”
“Oh stop.” His praise always made her heart soar. He could be picky about his sweets, especially fudge. She valued his input. Arthur had a way with words, as most writers did. Masterfully telling her that she’d messed up without actually telling her, by encouraging her with every batch.
“Absolutely not. I cannot hold my tongue when something almost as delectable as you passes my lips.” He pressed a kiss to her reddening cheek. Arthur cast an appreciative glance around the room. “You were a busy little bee while I was away, weren’t you? It’s splendid.”
MC set the plate down on her lap, elated that he’d noticed. As if it were possible to not. “Is it? I had a grand time. There are still some decorations I’d like to put up outside, but I thought it best to have your help. And-” She tore her gaze away from the sparkling decor to meet his eyes. “It’s our first Christmas in our new house.”
“Ah, yes. Our first Christmas alone. Where clothes are optional on Christmas morning.”
“Arthur!”
The pair broke out in infectious laughter. Curled up in each other’s arms on the couch before a comforting fire. Decorations aglow. And the first snowfall of the year gently peppering from the sky.
Started: 21st of November Finished: 2nd of December
Another Christmas Victoriana about children, grandparents and the importance of family.
3.5 stars ☆☆☆
All I want for christmas this year is to sit on the floor and stare blankly out the window for hours
31 days Christmas Challenge
Day 2: Christmas night with Sebastian Bach
Looking to mix things up this holiday season, and maybe do a little DIY? :) Check out this tutorial from isoscella for upcycling old textured ornaments using this faux rustic metal effect! Simple and so pretty!
