--How
the Thief Stole Chammy--
The
glass clinked quietly upon the surface of the small table it was
gingerly set upon. Pale hands pulled away, leaving a tall glass of
milk set right next to a small plate of chocolate chip cookies.
Chammy
Scarlet felt her lips quirk in a half-smile as she looked at the
little display.
It
was utterly pointless to do this. She knew that. Santa Claus was
nothing more than a children's fairytale. And such childish stories
and beliefs had long-since dwindled and grow
How the Thief Stole Chammy
By: Chameleonette
Favorited: 7 years ago
