"Phee, Phee"

The season is winter.

One day, when Christmas was near, her mother called out to My Angel.

"Nyu? Hey, O.K.? Phew, I'm busy now because I want to know why!

I don't know if that's a busy thing, but my sister in her arms wants to focus on being caressed.

He shoves his gritty head at me, and he's getting more cancer.

My mother is used to her loving daughter not being right for her, so she decided to keep talking.

"Fee, do you want anything? Your mother's gonna ask Santa for you?

Oh, Christmas present investigation?

Maybe My Mother, she met Stefanus a long time ago.

So, did you ask for or ask for a gift for 'My Child' -?

"Miu? Ho ho? Phew, I like it! Anytime, he'll stay! He cares so much about Phew! Phew, I got it!

"I know Fee loves you about Al. Yikes. Your mother loves you both. But what else do you want? You think it's good food or a fun toy?"

In response to my mother's enquiry, My Sister hugged me.

"Delicious food! Fun toy! It's all in! Santa, it's not even under my feet!

My sister is purchasing strange words again...

I don't know, it's the first time I've been compared to Santa Claus, including in my previous life...

"Uh-oh... eh. Al Ahhh......!

Because Fee is natural and crushes the 'gift candidate', my mother has looked at me with a grumpy eye.

I'm just a kid, too, but can't I call it a boulder?

"Fee."

"Hey, did you... Phew, I like what you did to!

"Because Santa wants something, why don't you just get me something? Painting paper and clay will not bother you no matter how much......?

"Miu Miu......! Sure, it is! Oh, my God! No boulders, but you did!

I wonder if you mean enough to push your mochi cheek, my opinion.

Well, thanks to you, my mother would have made a gift.

"Well done" thumbs up at me.

"Ohh! I like what Santa gets," Clay of Transparency "! That feels better than any other clay! Phew, I like it! I want more!"

........

Ah.

Mother's out of line.

The clear clay that Phee has is the lake water on Holy Lake.

Substitutes such as humans, on the contrary, make even spiritual tribes a treasure would have no means of obtaining them in boulders.

No, if you ask Abel, maybe she'll bring it to you, but there's no way to get it to Mr. Stefanus.

In the first place, they can't even know we have the lake water on Holy Lake.

"Shit, not the clay you're selling at the Chamber of Commerce...?

"The clay of the Chamber of Commerce, when you go to the Chamber of Commerce, you can buy it for! So Phew, transparent clay is good!

"Uh-oh... eh. Al Ahhh......!

I don't care if they look at me like that......

Though what Fee wanted innocently just happened to be uninterrupted.

"Uh, Phee. How about a stuffed animal or something?

"Nyu? A stuffed animal? Phew, I have a dicon that I bought for you!

"Dickon must be Mr. Bear, right? Even with other animal stuffed animals, isn't that good?

"Miu...... Indeed."

My Sister thinks cheeky on me.

Does this have a pulse?

If you decide to stay stuffed, your mother's burden will be reduced. I don't know Stefanus.

"What's Fee's favorite animal?

"Yes!

It is an instant answer.

No, that would categorize me as an 'animal' too......

"Let's exclude humans, shall we?

"So, yes! Meh, Elves!

That, you're pulling next year? Why don't we end this year?

"A normal animal? Dogs and cats."

"Miu Miu...... Then..."

Oh?

You got something you can decide on right away?

I wonder what it is?

Is that a bear?

Or a rabbit or something?

"Mr. Pig! Phew, lately, Mr. Pig, I've come to think you're cute!

Ho. This is unexpected.

I didn't know you wanted a pig.

Because the story started to get wrapped up with stuffed animals, or her mother nodded as relieved.

"You're a pig! Fee. You love pork, don't you?

I don't think that's why.

"Phew, I like pork! The pork is delicious! I'll change it!

No.

Whatever you eat, you'll be replaced.

I mean, you're engaged even though it's a sloppy conversation. Boulders are mother and daughter.

"So, Phee is Mr. Pig's stuffed animal, huh? I'll tell Santa that, okay? Where's Al?

"Huh? Me? Stationery is fine."

It won't be a huge expense, it can be used to study, and you can give it to Fee to do it.

"Al is abnegation..."

No, there's greed, isn't there?

If you'll let me touch Abel's ear, I can sell my soul to the devil.

But you can't?

You're not gonna touch me, are you?

"I'm glad we decided on a present for both of you soon."

Mother is stroking her breasts down.

But my sister in my arms opened her eyes.

"Phew, I really thought I had to do it!

That's probably, talking to yourself.

But a declaration with a strong will.

"Phew, this year, we're going to catch Santa alive!

Oh, yeah.

You didn't give up, that.

And the night of the twenty-fourth.

To me holding each other in the same futon, Fee vowed Santa's captivity again.

"Phew, I won't let Santa get away this year! I'll get you in this hand!

From the feel of the mochi cheek that can be pressed, it is obvious that the motivation is overflowing.

On the pillow, a hemp bag for capture is firmly placed this year.

What the hell does it mean to capture Santa that far?

My child is only a little different from the public child, so even this me, my real brother, has not been able to fully grasp the thought.

"Phee, what are you going to do with Santa...?

"Pfft. - I'll just split the mountains!

"Are you going to split Santa...?

Can you do it in the first place, physically?

"Phew gets the bag! To give up Santa!

Isn't there a lot of disparity, that?

I mean, you get a fat old man, and I say, what am I supposed to do?

Well, I'm going to ask MyAngel to sleep in the "Why Attack with Sleep"?

So again this year, your sister's ambitions won't come true.

(Nevertheless, Santa hey...)

I've been thinking about it for a while.

Santa's gift, is that "counterfeit"?

Especially with toys and games.

It's an item that comes out of a strange bag, but unless it's made in an official factory, I think it means exquisite imitation. Even if that was a fantastic means.

When it comes to Santa, it's all about clandestine immigration and trespassing, but creating artifacts can also be a serious criminal activity?

What about that area, actually?

(No, what's actually, yeah. I wonder why you're thinking such a nagging thing, me... Are you tired...?

Though I keep stroking my angel's silver hair even though I'm thinking about being an idiot.

"Phew, phew... Huh! Fuhi-ju... Huh! to. Phew, if you keep being done, you'll be happy and full! Santa feels like catching him alive, but he disappears..."

"So do you want me to stop stroking you...?

"Meh! More! Phew, what are you doing, my favorite!

"Better than a chick or a kiss?

"That's the best too! My favorite, Phew, there's plenty!

"You greedy bastard!

When I stroked my crochet and sarah hair, Myangel said, laughing at him.

"Phew, it's not bad! But it's too attractive! I'm confused, I shouldn't have!

Because I'm wrapped in a warm futon, stuck and stroked, I don't know how MySister feels about the ceiling.

"This is the happiest thing I've ever had! This is just for Phew! I'm not giving it to anyone!

Nobody's gonna give it to me.

"Yes! Phew, I got a good idea! I'll set a trap at the entrance to the room!

It's too abrupt.

It's a trap for what.

"Santa! We'll stop Santa in the trap!

Topic over there, you're back......

But if we set a trap, I think our mother's just gonna be in terrible shape, okay?

"I thought a lot about catching Santa alive..."

"For the sake of survival, think about it."

"Santa, we have a lot of sightings! And yet they haven't caught me!

No.

Isn't it rare that people think about capturing them in the first place?

"Phew, I think. I'm sure Santa, when you try to catch me, you resist hard! So nobody gets caught alive!

A great new theory popped up!?

I don't know, it's Phee. If that theory is correct, I think the legend of Santa will have the phrase 'It's dangerous because when you get your hands on it, it's dangerous' on the set, right?

"So first, weaken them with traps! So Phew does everything he can!

Are you going to dust the red man?

"Tarbicki said the reindeer meat was delicious! If Santa knocks you down, Phew, I want to try it!

You shouldn't knock it down.

I mean, is it called by Pooh's mom, Phee, with a proper...

Speaking of which, is reindeer meat a high-end ingredient in northern Europe?

I'm from the North, so I guess I've eaten tartar before.

I've never had one, including in my last life.

My sister's interest has shifted to the eater because of the food topic.

"I got a lot of treats out today! It was delicious! Phew, I'll have it all tomorrow! I'll change!

It's Christmas today and tomorrow, so my mother will stick it out and cook me some delicious rice.

Thankfully, the Chamber of Commerce gave me the plug.

"Phew, I like sweet! I like meat! The cake was delicious! Phew... Nha...... Phew, more..."

Your sister's eyes are soaking up.

His body temperature is also high.

You must be perfectly sleepy.

"Phew... To, su, ki..."

I can hear the supine and adorable sleep.

My Angel was traveled to the world of dreams.

Now you'll be gutted tonight.

My mother never gets caught in a trap, or Santa gets caught in a fight.

It's a very normal, nothing night.

(But I was happy again this year)

Seeing my beloved sister sleep with a loose face, I thought so.

"Merry Christmas, Fee"