weekly drabble challenge

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Rules:
1) A drabble is, by definition, a 100-word story therefore all responses should be 100 words exactly, no exceptions.
2) You may also choose to respond to this challenge with a five-minute sketch.
3)PLEASE put the word DRABBLE at the top of your post. That way people caneasily spot the drabbles in amongst any reader comments they receive.

RATING:I don't think this should be limited so reader beware that they couldbe any rating (you could put it in the subject line if you feel it needs it)

PLEASE try to remember to make each drabble a comment in response to the original post. That way, if the comments start to collapse, the drabbles themselves should remain visible.

'Tis The Season

Double Drabble: anything relating to Christmas - presents, decorations, family, food, fun+games, fights etc etc

This will be a 2-week challenge (hence the double drabble 200 word limit) as I am lucky enough to be off on holiday tomorrow. Normal service will resume on the 28th.
I wish everyone here a very merry and fun-filled Christmas! :)

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Drabbles: (I am really struggling with the Christmas fest fic... here are some drabbles that emerged from a failed attempt)


The Bertie Clause: A Crack Jooster Christmas Fete in Five Acts of Festive, Fruity Drabbles

Drabble 1 “Twas the Night Before Christmas”
Elves scampered about the North Pole Workshop giggling madly. “Dash it, Jeeves! The naughty list has gone missing. I’ve looked everywhere.”
Jeeves shot a severe knee-height glance. Chastened elves sidled off, grinning and jingling sheepishly. “If I may suggest a solution, sir, simply deliver gifts to the ‘nice’ list and coal elsewhere.”
“Bally blighters.”
“Replacing their daily ration of maple syrup with small beer might help calm them, sir.”
“A bally bromide wouldn’t calm them. Look, Jeeves! They’ve bunged my purple socks on the reindeer!”
“Merely harmless mischief, sir.”
“Harmless?”
“They are frivolous creatures, sir.”
“Deuced ‘Santa Clause’!”
“Indeed, sir.”

Drabble 2 “Won’t You Guide My Sleigh Tonight?”
“No, Jeeves. No. I’ll not don a red fuzzy suit and that’s final.”
“But this buffalo… garment, sir.”
“Is warm and cozy.”
“You could be mistaken for an unwelcome intruder, sir.”
“Excellent point, Jeeves. The elves can fix you up, as well.”
“I beg your pardon, sir?”
“You’ll require curve-toed shoes, green tights, tunic and pointy hat. All trimmed with jingle bells. Very cheerful, jingle bells.”
“But, sir…”
“You’d prefer red-and-white striped tights?”
“No! Sir, I must protest this indignity.”
“You must, Jeeves?”
“Indeed, sir.”
“Reggie with your brain so bright, won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?”
“Nicely played, sir.”

Drabble 3: “A Beautiful Sight, We’re Happy Tonight”
“‘Nice’ list, done. Inebri-whatsited elves, sobered. Bally stinker calming them with beer, Jeeves.”
“Agreed, sir. Undoing their ‘corrections’ to the Times early edition was particularly irksome.”
“The shrill cries about liberty or death will haunt Bertram forever.”
“Highly distressing, sir”
“And their Bolshevik tendencies, Comrade Jeeves?”
“A most distasteful display, sir.”
“They did help extricate Bertram from that narrow chimney.”
“True, sir. However, you permitted them to form a Parliamentary body at the North Pole.”
“But you sorted everything admirably, Jeeves. Insisting on a Court of Reindeer was a bally brilliant touch. As was the Jeevesian veto power.”
“Thank-you, sir.”

Stunning denoument Double Drabble:

Part One: “He Knows if You’ve Been Bad or Good”
“No ‘Jeeves, Reginald’ on the ‘nice’ list, then?”
“One does not want to push oneself forward, sir.”
“Those tights are quite fetching. Why the tooth chattering?”
“I apologize, sir. This elven clothing is inadequately insulating. I am somewhat chilled. I imagine that elves generate immense body heat with all their scampering and giggling proclivities.”
“This whinging is most unJeevesian. You routed that swan without even mentioning the rain.”
“As you say, sir.”
“You may share my lap blanket.”
“Thank-you, sir”
“Or, perhaps I should warm you up?”
“Oh sir, that would be very welcome.”
“Ho-ho-ho and a bottle of whatnot.”

Part Two: “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, Jeeves.”
“You are bally skilled at this warming, Jeeves.”
“As are you, sir.”
“Simply topping.”
“Most enjoyable, sir.”
“Did you, perchance, purloin the ‘naughty’ list to hide your name, Jeeves?”
“No, sir. Yours.”
“Whatsit?!”
“Illegal golf clubs are naughty, sir.”
“Let me see that. ‘Jeeves, Reginald.’ Left purple socks out? Intentionally?! You’re sacked!”
“Might I request a final snuggle before I depart?”
“I don’t actually want you to buzz off, Reggie.”
“Nor do I, love.”
“I want the purple socks. And you.”
“They are so terribly unseemly.”
“Let’s have that snuggle while I noodle this over.”
“Thank-you and… Merry Christmas, darling.”

[cat94208.livejournal.com]

Aww! These are both funny, cute, and adorable.

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

Thank-you...

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

These were delightful! Giggly grin engaged!

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

Thanks! It's always nice to see the silliness being enjoyed!

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DRABBLE: The Christmas After Christmas

Since the day before Christmas Eve, Bertie had been at Brinkley Court with the collected Woosters at large; Aunt Agatha’s having the famous Anatole creating Christmas dinner was an irresistible draw. Two days of annoyance, danger, and a even a bit of fun later, Jeeves had managed to keep Bertie out of the soup until they could escape—ahem, depart—for the metrop late on Christmas Day.

Now it was Boxing Day, the flat still gaily decorated, a few late presents lurking beneath the tree, and a bit of après Christmas snow gently dusting London outside the windows.

Bertie woke to the press of lips upon his own. Opening his peepers, Bertie smiled up at his man Jeeves, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Good morning, old thing,” murmured Bertie with a sleepily enamoured smile.

“Good morning, my own,” said Jeeves. “I see you couldn’t restrain yourself from sneaking a few more presents under the tree.”

“If I gave you all I wished, you wouldn’t be able to see the tree,” Bertie told him truthfully.

“The only gift I want, I have,” Jeeves replied with equal verity.

Bertie’s response was immediate and kept them in bed for another hour.

~~~

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

Aw! How sweet and cute and topping and charming....