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December 5: 'Atmosphere' [The Monkees]
Title: 'Atmosphere'
Fandom: The Monkees
Characters: Peter Tork, Original character
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to100words
Peter smiled, taking in the sights.
The Christmas tree farm was a bustling lot as the sun was setting. Bright lights had been strung from fence to fence, their glow just beginning to show against the fading sunlight. A public address system was playing a medley of holiday music.
Families jostled here and there, though everyone seemed more cheerful than hassled. Nearby, a young brother and sister, only about eight or nine years old, argued a bit over which of two Douglas firs was the better of the two. Their parents were acting as referees, offering them hot chocolate and candy canes once they got home, as long as they came to a decision in the next five minutes. The kids fell in line soon after, helped along by a hint from their father that Santa and his elves were watching their actions closely.
Not far off, a couple was examining a fine Blue Spruce. They looked every bit as aglow with love and delight as a pair of newlyweds shopping for their first Christmas together, though they were easily in their sixties.
Everyone seemed so joyful. So wonderfully Christmassy.
"Can I help you," the proprietor asked, startling Peter out of his observations.
"Oh!" Peter blinked. "I'm sorry, sir. I got a little wrapped up in the atmosphere."
The other man grinned at him, then took a look around for himself. "Can't say that I blame you, there. It's pretty easy to do."
Fandom: The Monkees
Characters: Peter Tork, Original character
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to
100wordsPeter smiled, taking in the sights.
The Christmas tree farm was a bustling lot as the sun was setting. Bright lights had been strung from fence to fence, their glow just beginning to show against the fading sunlight. A public address system was playing a medley of holiday music.
Families jostled here and there, though everyone seemed more cheerful than hassled. Nearby, a young brother and sister, only about eight or nine years old, argued a bit over which of two Douglas firs was the better of the two. Their parents were acting as referees, offering them hot chocolate and candy canes once they got home, as long as they came to a decision in the next five minutes. The kids fell in line soon after, helped along by a hint from their father that Santa and his elves were watching their actions closely.
Not far off, a couple was examining a fine Blue Spruce. They looked every bit as aglow with love and delight as a pair of newlyweds shopping for their first Christmas together, though they were easily in their sixties.
Everyone seemed so joyful. So wonderfully Christmassy.
"Can I help you," the proprietor asked, startling Peter out of his observations.
"Oh!" Peter blinked. "I'm sorry, sir. I got a little wrapped up in the atmosphere."
The other man grinned at him, then took a look around for himself. "Can't say that I blame you, there. It's pretty easy to do."