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Commission for Anonymous

For as long as she could remember, which has admittedly not been as long as it used to be, Michelle had dreamed of playing hostess to the White House Grand Christmas Ball. She dreamed of nutcracker suites and sugar plums, angels on trees and lights all around. She dreamed of the giggle of children and the festive chatter of guests as she floated from room to room on gossamer wings. She would dance through the air as snow began to fall, covering the capital in a fresh virgin layer of snow, the shocked voices of the guests turning to the giggling throngs of sugar plum faeries joining their queen as they dance and celebrate the season.

Then she wakes, her mind still aflutter as she looks towards the calendar, only to sigh in regret. "Perhaps next year," she muses as she prepares for the New Years celebration. Perhaps next year she won't miss it...

If you want to submit ideas, vote in polls, or just see a huge cache of unpublished sketches, Check out my Patreon

Description

Commission for Anonymous

For as long as she could remember, which has admittedly not been as long as it used to be, Michelle had dreamed of playing hostess to the White House Grand Christmas Ball. She dreamed of nutcracker suites and sugar plums, angels on trees and lights all around. She dreamed of the giggle of children and the festive chatter of guests as she floated from room to room on gossamer wings. She would dance through the air as snow began to fall, covering the capital in a fresh virgin layer of snow, the shocked voices of the guests turning to the giggling throngs of sugar plum faeries joining their queen as they dance and celebrate the season.

Then she wakes, her mind still aflutter as she looks towards the calendar, only to sigh in regret. "Perhaps next year," she muses as she prepares for the New Years celebration. Perhaps next year she won't miss it...

If you want to submit ideas, vote in polls, or just see a huge cache of unpublished sketches, Check out my Patreon