Avid Adopter

Christmas - 6 - Cards

There is actually an organization that intercepts letters to Santa with a specific address, and people can volunteer online to "adopt" a letter, where they answer them and give the kid what they want for Christmas. This is a wonderful way to help out Santa :3

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Please enjoy!

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Killer had begun his work with me a few months ago, and it was rough; it had been unexpected, to say the least, and to know that the rest of my boys would be joining us within the next few years..it was terrifying. I had never wanted my boys to be in the service of the multiverse, and now that it was a confirmed, unavoidable future..I didn't know what to do! Killer was learning, but he needed more help than just myself; I would have to think about hiring an instructor who wouldn't mind tutoring known villains. On the bright side, it was December, and my boys had decided to focus on Christmas rather than the current issues in our lives; I much preferred that to endless worry. Right now, we were sitting at the lower kitchen table, eating our breakfasts. 

"Hey, Dad?" Killer addressed.

"Yes, Killer?" I responded.

"Dream is our uncle, right?" 

"Yes, he is. Why do you ask?"

"Well, people usually send Christmas cards to family members, right?"

"..Usually."

"Do you think..we can send Christmas cards to..Uncle Dream?"

"..." I hummed for a moment, wondering if the risk was worth it; I would have to hand-deliver anything that went to my brother, since so many people in the multiverse sent him letters daily that there would be a several month wait if I didn't. "I don't see any harm in it, but remember not to mention the multiverse." 

"I wouldn't dream of it." Killer confirmed, and a chorus of giggles rang out from around the table. 

"I wanna send one, too!" Error declared. 

"All right, but the real question is whether you want to buy or make the cards." I stated.

"I wanna draw!"

"Then we can save a store trip."

"Can I now?"

"Finish your breakfast first, Error, then you can."

"Okay!" 

When my boys wanted to do something, they didn't always remember to take care of themselves; I was glad that I was around to make sure they at least ate. They could all become devoted to different things at different times, and when they did, meals and bedtimes were pushed to the back of their minds; I had found all of them at least once in the middle of the night, either working on something or focusing too much to realize that they had stayed up far past their bedtime. It wasn't too bad, however, and I was usually able to get them to bed to sleep or the table to eat. When today's first meal was done, my boys ran off to create their Christmas cards to my brother, who would no doubt be surprised by the gifts. I really didn't mind the fact that my boys wanted to acknowledge my brother as part of the family; I had the same desire, but I was afraid that if I spent too much time with my brother, bad things would begin to happen..Dream didn't deserve that. Dream was too good to deserve that. I didn't think that Christmas cards from the children would hurt, though; it was only once a year, after all, and that wouldn't be enough to warrant any form of badness.