<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xORa7Yt.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Storm</span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ororo Munoe<br/><strong>Age:</strong>21<br/><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Early Evening / Great Room---> Santa's workshop??<br/><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong>This (https://i2.wp.com/www.theunstitchd.com/women/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/Red-Plaid-Sweater-Outfit-Ideas-for-Christmas.jpg?fit=681%2C1349&ssl=1)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No one in particular<br/><strong>]Musical Inspiration:</strong>Christmas Don't Be Late- The Chipmunks (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YEbrVuCjByw&t=90s)<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">♩♪♫ "Want a plane that loops the loop<br/>Me, I want a hula hoop<br/>We can hardly stand the wait<br/>Please Christmas, don't be late!"♩♪♫</span></div><br/><em>For some odd reason, Ororo had that damned song by Alvin and the Chipmunks stuck in her head...especially the hula hoop line. It was stuck on repeat and just would not leave. She tried to get rid of it as she moved around the room, fixing the bits and pieces that Piotr was too fast to see but she heard it over and over again.</em><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">♫ "I still want a hula hoop!" ♫</span></div><br/><em>As people spoke, left, returned, retreated, pouted, lectured, drank, and...all of the other things they seemed to be doing with single-minded intensity, Ororo continued her self-appointed task. Eventually, she stopped by the tree and stared up at the pretty bit of pine covered in tinsel and glittering lights. It was beautiful, no doubt about it but it did not engender that happy feeling of Holiday Cheer quite like--</em><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">♬♩ "Me, I want a hula hoop!" ♬♩</span></div><br/><em>A smirk touched full lips as she turned away and strode back toward the fireplace which was...slowly...becoming something else? What in the heck? Her eyes widened with irrepressible glee as things shifted, swirled together, flew apart and became...oh gods, was she in a cartoon? Were THEY in a cartoon? Nooooo...it was Santa's workshop!!</em><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"We can hardly stand the wait<br/>Please Christmas, don't be late<br/>We can hardly stand the wait<br/>Please Christmas, don't be late!!"</span></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Okay,"</span>she opined with a small grin,<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Who spiked the punch??"</span>