Crystalline Cool (25)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (25)"
   
   Duncan broke up or did rise towards a frigid state of cool culmination concerning Aimee.  The thought of her ever getting a creamy yeast infection freaked him.  Gave static between the ears; plus, didn't want it on the lack of jubilation he felt for his personal junk; still, he was properly glad to have been forged in God's Image.  Just didn't want it to stink with the possible toxicity of others.
   Like Saint Nicholas of Myra.  Secretly dropping gold bags down ancient chimneys.  A friendly ghost.  Being transfigured into Santa.  Duncan had those visions and dreams, being mystically made from his Dad's brilliant biology.  
   So, he preferred above the tree line.  Light-filled elves.  Santa.  Hot chocolate.  No noise save cheer and mirth.  Card games without competition.  Love.  
   And he laughed, remembering when Dad told him that unlike snowmen, snowladies have no snowballs.   
   Yup--Santa is the boss.