[A tinny man's voice gives what is clearly a default answer machine message. Vira-Lorr is still figuring the phone out it seems.] "Hello, we are not available now. Please leave your name and phone number after the beep. We will return your call." *Beep*
It's Muppets. Not supposed to make sense. [Cheeky chin] That and something created by human beings who are extremely remarkable with being creative.
Well, Santa Claus is complicated. Thar was a person called Saint Nicholas who was known long after his death of being generous to the poor. Practically to the children.
Then in 1823, Clement Clake Moore, wrote his famous poem, A Visit from St. Nicholas that he wrote based on all sorts of lore around the Earth and different cultures which became Santa Claus.
Humans are remarkable and thar creativity.
[There's a head nod and The Doctor looks more serious and clears his voice which changes to story mode]
Marelely was dead to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker and the chief moaner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he choose to put his hand too. Old Marelely was as dead as a door nail....
Ah, so it is like that then. I see. Interesting...
[When he started in, however, she went silent and started to listen to the story with almost rapt attention. Honestly? The story was interesting, even if she had to think about a couple things while he went through the tale, occasionally asking him to pause so she could figure out a word for things she had no knowledge of.
When the story came to an end, likely hours later, she was sighing.]
mmmm I owe you a drink for this. Thank you. You did help make my day there. Far more than thanks for you...for our friend, mmm? But, perhaps you should rest your voice?
[As The Doctor tells the tale of Ebenezer Scrooge - does a narrater voice, a Scrooge voice, ghost Marley voice, and some other voices. Which he may be trying to show off his vocals.
At the end there's a rather cheeky grin and Father Christmas twinkle in those eyes. Which then becomes a bit of a cute pout]
You don't want to hear the song?
[Which someone had been resisting adding the Scrooge song from The Muppets into the actual novel]
This has been enjoyable Doctor, but I should get some rest. These coins will not make themselves glow on their own, after all. [A wink of her own.] You're welcome to join me among the dreams, but I suspect you have a friend to watch over and keep out of trouble.
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Well, Santa Claus is complicated. Thar was a person called Saint Nicholas who was known long after his death of being generous to the poor. Practically to the children.
Then in 1823, Clement Clake Moore, wrote his famous poem, A Visit from St. Nicholas that he wrote based on all sorts of lore around the Earth and different cultures which became Santa Claus.
Humans are remarkable and thar creativity.
[There's a head nod and The Doctor looks more serious and clears his voice which changes to story mode]
Marelely was dead to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker and the chief moaner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he choose to put his hand too. Old Marelely was as dead as a door nail....
fast-forwarding to avoid copyright laws! Hehe
[When he started in, however, she went silent and started to listen to the story with almost rapt attention. Honestly? The story was interesting, even if she had to think about a couple things while he went through the tale, occasionally asking him to pause so she could figure out a word for things she had no knowledge of.
When the story came to an end, likely hours later, she was sighing.]
mmmm I owe you a drink for this. Thank you. You did help make my day there. Far more than thanks for you...for our friend, mmm? But, perhaps you should rest your voice?
Re: fast-forwarding to avoid copyright laws! Hehe
At the end there's a rather cheeky grin and Father Christmas twinkle in those eyes. Which then becomes a bit of a cute pout]
You don't want to hear the song?
[Which someone had been resisting adding the Scrooge song from The Muppets into the actual novel]
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Oh, by all means. We've com this far. How could I resist?
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The perfect character for a morality play. Thank you, Doctor.
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This has been enjoyable Doctor, but I should get some rest. These coins will not make themselves glow on their own, after all. [A wink of her own.] You're welcome to join me among the dreams, but I suspect you have a friend to watch over and keep out of trouble.
See you around? Thank you for the bedtime story.
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She can handle herself. I believe in her.
[A deep inhale and uneasy look.]
It's more she's - well - probably best if she told you.
Quite welcome.
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