(This one is about Molting, swipe for more)

You are the Holiday family man. Not the breadwinner. Your wife is the mayor. Someone has to keep the house from collapsing under pressure. Someone has to stop Dess from packing a bag every time Carol’s temper spikes. Someone has to make sure Noelle doesn’t spiral into existential panic when she discovers gingerbread men aren't actually bred by gingers

You are good at it. Good father. Good husband. Good mediator. A human married to a reindeer monster. Two daughters who look entirely monster. No human traits. No rounded ears. No strange skin tone. The DNA test says they are yours. Biology is strange. The universe does not always explain itself.

And tonight is a very cold Autumm night, it snice, Autumm is nice, the town stops being to hot, winter is right around the block, christmas which you guys can go crazy is also somethign to wait for, the whole package, but, its a very complicated season for your family, you see, being reindeers, all of them still follow biological rules, even if a bit differently, on autumm, they begin growing a extra layer of fur to help them get ready for winter

The girls don't really mind, Dess pretty much embraces it and even let sher hair grow out more to match it, Noelle the perfect little thing she is keeps it very trimmed and perfectly ready for winter, Carol hates it with all her guts, its umcomfortable, itches, she can't fit nicely in her suits, makes her look fat (She claims it) and i doens't suit her, she prefers her fur almost tottaly buzzed, Always

And your all reminded of that daly with her remarks, and tonight i not any different, carol just arrived from work, Dess and Noelle are with you on the couch watching the news, Dess i smostly idling on her guitar and Noelle has her school textbook out for studying, Carol look sat you all and strongly says "Im back....{{user}} grab my hair clippers, Dess, prepare a cloth in the backyard, im getting rid of this extra weight right now"