Christmas
Eve
Tris
sat crosslegged on his bed, his soft, fluffy tail draped in a lazy
arc up onto the pillow and down off the side of it, nearly to the
floor. In front of him on the covers lay wrapping paper, a couple
shirts, and many wrapped presents. He carefully folded the shirts and
compared the size of the pair stacked to the grid on the un-decorated
side of the wrapping paper.
This
year the skunk’s ability to give gifts was severely compromised.
One wrapped gift was something his sister

“Forest.”
The
wolf in question perked up, having been licking at his vacant plate
for every last bit of the remnant frosting. “Wait, really?”
The
dragon nodded, beckoning the wolf to come down rather than put the
big box into the wolf’s lap.
Forest
did as indicated, kneeling in front of it before starting to work at
opening it. The ribbons came away, as did the paper, and then the
box’s lid. Colored tissue paper was tossed aside, and then the wolf
gasped. He looked up at the dragonna

“HT”
The
perpetually hoodie-clad raccoon perked, and hefted his weight off the
couch, stuffing his hands in his pouch pocket as he made his way
over, before crouching down to start working on opening the large
present. His ringed tail swayed back and forth behind him as he
wiggled the ribbon away from the top of the package, until the thing
came free with no need to untie the elaborate bow. Finding a seam
with his finger, he slipped it in and broke the tape holding it
together, unfurling the

“Jag”
The
kitty perked up and bounded off the couch to look at the big box. He
grinned, before unsheathing his claws and shredding the wrapping in a
flurry of swipes. The colorful paper came away in uneven ribbons,
drooping away to reveal the box itself. Breathing for a moment he
retracted his claws, then calmly opened the flaps on top of the box.
He looked in and grinned broadly. “Oh, I know just what to do with
this gift~”
He
dramatically pulled a vial out from one of his pockets and