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As December unfurls its frost-kissed chapters, there comes a night where time slows and warmth gathers in unlikely places.

  Tonight, we step into that tale, beneath gentle
    lights and shared smiles—welcomed by the
           ever-merry spell of SARCHRISTMAS.

Once upon this winter evening, strangers turn into familiar faces, and familiar faces feel a little closer. The air hums with anticipation, as if the room itself is holding a secret meant only for those who choose to stay present. Listen closely, can you hear it? That’s the sound of joy arriving softly, without ceremony.

                    Add your voice to the Tunes of Love.
                 Thaw the year’s edge with song.
              Take a Kissmas Postcard.
           Write what needs saying.
        And, winter listens.

Settle in.
Tell a tale. Start a new one.
Welcome to Sarchristmas—where cheer glows softly, hearts gather like embers, and winter feels less cold when shared. And if this night becomes a memory you revisit long after December fades, well, that’s how you know the tale was worth telling. 🎄💌

Kisses and hugs,
Sarchner's Santas.
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Longg time no seeee, Crowieee. 😆✌🏻🤎

I'm,,, not,,, cute,,, anymore,,, 😆😆

siapa nak dengar aku meong meong 10 jam >____<

kasih paham bos bos bos bos🏃‍➡️🏃‍➡️

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ㅤㅤWinter Shopping Story to Remember:
ㅤㅤCHRISTMAS CAR(T)NIVAL
ㅤㅤ🛒 Proceed your checkout at
ㅤㅤㅤ「 23rd - 24th of December 」

December was doing what it always did; “overcrowded stores, half empty shelves, and shopping carts clattering against each other” as people rushed to prepare something they hoped would feel like Christmas.

Karen stood in the chocolate aisle, staring at two boxes in her cart. She picked up the familiar one, and then hesitated adding the other boxes she wasn’t sure she should buy. She placed both carefully in her basket and moved on without a word.

Nearby, Daniel was pushing a cart far too big for just two people. Sam leaned over the handle, tossing in snacks he insisted were “important,” while Daniel smiled and let him. Bread, milk, cereal, none of it planned but all of it are necessary.

Different people, different cart. Each filled with choices, routine, impulsiveness, and the feeling of something nostalgic. But, to proceed with checkout, please attach the required “Christmas Coins” as your payment. Take your time while writing, every item in your basket will be scanned carefully. 🗝
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MY GROCERY LIST FOR YOU: When London turns a bit nippy but hearts somehow feel warmer, I think about you. Constantly. All these groceries, shared scarf, and stolen warm hands are just for you, @User. These are the things I cherish most, holding onto them more than I ever expect to. And if I’m being honest… Christmas, actually, is all around whenever I’m with you!

ㅤㅤㅤLOAD THE 🎅🏻 CHRISTMAS CART
ㅤSHARE THE LOVE, LAUGHTER, AND JOY
ㅤㅤ @THE18AIMS 𖠋 @THE18REASONS

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　　Beneath our snow-dusted, clover-roofed cottage, the Tiny Paws Family invites gentle souls who wish for a warm and cozy home in the middle of frost! ☃️

We hope these little notes can guide you as you find your spot among us:

🫧 Pyon Pyon Parents: 1980-1994
🫧 Aunties & Uncles: 1995-1998
🫧 Soft Littles: 1999-2010

To join, send your snowy squeak in this format:

Pssst! Tiny Paws Cottage, hello! I’m padding over through the falling snow with round cheeks and soft squeaks. I, (Your Name + @Username), have chosen (Your Muse + Year Born) as my muse! May this little note let me wiggle into your cozy family. Thank you!




Send your snowy squeak to: @CaelthwynnsBot

Before choosing your muse, please check our TAKEN LIST so no one trips over each other’s tails. This helps keep our cottage cozy, fair, and filled with soft laughter. ♡

Once your message arrives, we’ll shuffle over with round cheeks and squeaky cheers—saving you a warm spot by the teacups, as delicate snow falls outside. ❄️

With cuddles and giggles,
ㅤㅤㅤThe @Caelthwynn Cottage! 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯