Christmassy Drabble Tree 2016 Edition!
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So
janamelie reminded me that we'd done this back in 2014, and I thought it might be fun to do another. The way it works, for anyone new to it, is one person posts a drabble (about 100 words; it doesn't have to be exact) and the next person takes a line from that and uses it in their own drabble. I can't be fussed to stick to 100 word drabbles, but maybe at least let's stick to under 200. ;-) Can't wait to see what everyone writes, and happy Christmas to everyone. :-)
“So let me get this straight.” Cat leaned in towards Lister, his candy cane striped suit glimmering as his brow furrowed in concentration. “Some lady had a baby in a donkey house, and then three wild men came…”
“WISE men,” Lister interrupted as he pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. “And it wasn’t a donkey house, it was a stable.”
“Stable, donkey house, what’s the difference? So the three wild men came, and gave the baby gold, Frankenstein, and fur, and that’s why we put up a tree and give presents on Christmas?”
“Not Frankenstein, FRANKINCENSE. And they gave the baby myrrh, not fur.”
“Well they should have given the baby fur! It was probably cold in that donkey house at Christmas time! At least a fur coat would have been useful!” Cat turned and admired his reflection in a Christmas bauble.
“I honestly don’t know why you keep trying to explain it to him,” Rimmer tutted as he straightened the star on the top of the tree. “It’s the same every year.”
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“So let me get this straight.” Cat leaned in towards Lister, his candy cane striped suit glimmering as his brow furrowed in concentration. “Some lady had a baby in a donkey house, and then three wild men came…”
“WISE men,” Lister interrupted as he pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. “And it wasn’t a donkey house, it was a stable.”
“Stable, donkey house, what’s the difference? So the three wild men came, and gave the baby gold, Frankenstein, and fur, and that’s why we put up a tree and give presents on Christmas?”
“Not Frankenstein, FRANKINCENSE. And they gave the baby myrrh, not fur.”
“Well they should have given the baby fur! It was probably cold in that donkey house at Christmas time! At least a fur coat would have been useful!” Cat turned and admired his reflection in a Christmas bauble.
“I honestly don’t know why you keep trying to explain it to him,” Rimmer tutted as he straightened the star on the top of the tree. “It’s the same every year.”