[The night before the holiday party, when Oswald heads to bed, he'll find a large, neatly wrapped gift box in his room.
Inside, is a luxuriously velvet-lined dressing gown .
The card attached reads very simply:
Oswald, Happy Wintersday However shit this place is, I'm glad that we met and glad that you're here.
Yours, Vrenille
P.S. I also got you a one year subscription to my favourite underwear-of-the-month club, Bum Chums. Let's face it, you need to branch out a little in that department.]
Christmas Eve
Inside, is a luxuriously velvet-lined dressing gown .
The card attached reads very simply:
Oswald,
Happy Wintersday
However shit this place is, I'm glad that we met and glad that you're here.
Yours,
Vrenille
P.S. I also got you a one year subscription to my favourite underwear-of-the-month club, Bum Chums. Let's face it, you need to branch out a little in that department.]