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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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　　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
　

 
The Hums A Low, Electric Prayer—📟
Glass-bound Sky Of Static And Of Salt.

             / 📲🚏 ★

We drift through phosphors, weightless in the air, where neon ribbons curve without a fault.

The city bleeds in pink, a low-poly sunrise caught in endless loop.

“The cooling fans provide the space
to think, while digital gulls in frozen
circles swoop.” 💫
 

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ㅤ📔 THE HEFFLINS’ DIARY ENTRY #002
ㅤㅤOUR GATE’S OPEN (APPARENTLY).

So, the elders said we should “open the gate” and let more people in the family. And here we are, @TheHefflins are now accepting new members. Yeah, you heard that right, we’re expanding.

Here’s the lineup we came up with and somehow, it makes sense: Parents Figures (1980–1994), Aunty & Uncle Figures (1995–1999), Eldest Children (2000–2002), and Middle Children (2003–2005). You can peek through here to see our taken list tho! 👀

Dear The Hefflins, it’s me, (your name), using (your muse + line). I was just minding my own business when I spotted your post-it note on the neighbor’s wall. Congratulations, you’ve got yourself another troublemaker. 👊🏻

Send this through @HefflinsRobot. 📬

If you can survive a group chat that never sleeps, welcome hugs that come with sarcasm, and a family that laughs way too loud, The Hefflins want YOU. 💥

🏠 Gate’s open. Step in before someone locks it again.