mimesere

You are the awesomest, most adorable Foxlet *ever*.

"I kicked Santa once," says Cristina. "At the 3rd Street Promenade."

George looks miserable, loaded down like a sad little donkey with all of Meredith and Izzie's Christmas shopping. His own bag is small and probably filled with disgustingly sincere and tacky gifts that everyone (for a certain definition of everyone. George's happens to be Izzie and Meredith) will coo over and hug him for. He's that kind of guy. And he's ignoring her.

"I made him cry like a little girl," she continues. "And then I shouted at him about the enslavement of the elves."

He glances over at her, already starting to smile. "Did you tell him to let your people go?"

She makes the ha ha very funny face at him. "I called him a dick."

"He kind of is," says George agreeably. "That whole list thing always sort of creeped me out. I mean, have you ever really thought of someone knowing everything you've done in a year and judging you? And who knows what his standards of naughty are."

Cristina shrugs. "He's a racist."

"Who's a racist?" asks Izzie.

"Santa," says George.

"Is this the whole Jewish thing again?" says Izzie. "Because you know, if you'd just believe that Jesus is your Savior, you could totally have toys to celebrate his birthday." She grins at Cristina, tall and blonde and pretty. "Naughty toys."

"The porn fairy brings me naughty toys," says Cristina. "The really hot porn fairy who is not a fat, bearded guy in fur and velvet."

"Oh," says George. "Can I trade in Santa for the porn fairy?"

"You have to get circumcised," says Cristina. "And reject Santa and all his works."

"Is the porn good?"

Cristina leans in close to him and licks her lips. It's gratifying to see him swallow hard and that's in her voice when she says, "The best."