A Gentleman's Journal: A winters intermission
Good tidings we bring, to you and to yours good tidings for christmas and a happy new year oh, bring us a figgy pudding, oh, bring us a figgy pudding, oh, bring us a figgy pudding and a cup of good cheer.
Persephone's Destiny
You're calling because figgy is busy with zara and you need my help with something?" ampert normally referred to his son and grandson as figgy and firky, respectively. "yes, grandpa," said firkle.
A Still-Beating Heart
Hanging, impaled as he always had been in a form that none but figgy could see. figgy wasn't here. ricky couldn't summon him either like he always would.
A figgy Pudding tranformeve
"i think that figgy pudding is calling me..." she smiled as she walked towards her fridge and pulled it open.
Home for the Holidays
The wassail was a bit of a cannon shoals tradition, at least in certain neighborhoods; sugar cookies stood in for 'figgy pudding,' and a 'cup of good cheer' was the mulled wine that had emerged from the bottle of joe's merlot. "you do this often?
The Christmas We Get
“what in the figgy pudding farts was that?” asterbury tilted his head. “huh? you didn’t like it?” “didn’t _like_ it?” the coyote snarled. somewhere, existence shuddered. “you _burned_ me to death!” “i did?” asterbury scrunched his muzzle.