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Can she collect the many souls of the bugs that create Oogie?

They'll be dead soon, he hopes.

|| this is pure-

Grabby hands. He isn’t sure what flower crowns are but he’s excited.

|| Goodnight!

It's almost here-

|| where's @SilverQuelDorei when... train happens.

“Forsaken? Did I forsake something again?”

Throws a snowball at whoever reads this! It recently snowed again!!

“You should ( always ) be ready for a surprise attack, Vincent.”

|| I’m active again!

“Ho ho ho, it’s almost Christmas!”

“Maybe, Vincent! I did talk to Santa about helping him with the brats of the world.”

“That’s what I intend to do.” Jack replied with a skeletal grin and a nod to his son. Vincent was a splitting image of Jack it seemed. “Would you like to help?”

"Do you now? Share them! I'd love to hear the ideas you have conjured up." Jack smiles gently and sat down on the nearest chair he could find, his empty eye sockets still locked onto his son. He was 100% interested in what Vincent had to say.