Palom of Mysidia

So it's winter!  In the middle of summer!  And even better, it's Christmas.  No idea what the heck that is, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out that what it actually means is that kids get lots and lots of presents.  There's like a pile of 'em sitting in the living room and they're all addressed to me and Shiraa!  Not that they actually open.  But it's nice to just look at them, anyway, and know that somewhere in the world, there's truly a society that values children my age the way they should.  We bring joy and merriment into the lives of those around us.  AAnd it's really fitting that there should be a holiday devoted to the happiness of a little boy who's longed for a really cool toy all year -- the look on his face when he finally gets his well deserved present must be heartwarming.

If anyone's getting the hint, I wouldn't mind a robot like the little beeping guy who hangs around here.  He's cool.

Oh, yeah, one more thing -- I never thought I'd be saying this when I was dying for an ice cream  cone last week, but.

It's totally freezing.

I'm gonna fix that.  You guys are welcome to bring marshmallows or summat if you want.  Mia, you don't mind, right?

FIRE!

[Palom has dragged a bunch of wood out into the front yard and started a bonfire.  He's got a bunch of snacks he 'borrowed' from the empty grocery store, too.]