NowaAnglia: *wonders what the fuck, goes to the pool out back, sets all the little pieces of cake on paper plates on fire and floats them out into the pool. soon the pool is full, nipple-blazers have long sparkled out, but the floating burning pool cakes are fine. sets down by the pool, takes a satisfied swig and feels the warmth and glow of the burning christmas spirit.*
snowkatt: you do know that the pool is filled with gasoline right ?
....what else did you expect from me ?
BURNINATE !
good lord! I thought I'd injured you. (perhaps you're blind and mad, who knows?!)
anyhoo I thought the pool fumes were kind of special-odorous. welp, nothing like reaching out to the fat elf in the sky with a generous pool cake flambé made of fire and cake.
*dips eyepatch like a wick into dregs of bottle (still wearing party pants, mind), lights end and with an easy arc tosses bottle into center of placid pool*
In a giant flash the gasoline pool blasts up a massive burning column of cake and fire reaching so high up into the heavens it could give st. peter a hot foot. and a screaming is heard. and a jangling of bells. and from the heavens fall a pair of great metal runners and the blackened bones of some sort of beasts, moose perhaps, elk? clattering to the ground soon after, some gift packages, pieces of coal, and the aforementioned jangling bells. drifting down after them, tatters of a burnt red coat and a singed white beard. well.
we reached the fat elf in the sky after all.
and thus it was that things were burned good on the day of burnination.
edit: I was not floating in the pool. I only dipped my toes and inhaled briefly.