Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Bonnnnggggg.
Tick-tock.
Snore.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Ding-dong, ding-dong.
Tick-BOOM.
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“Hey, wake up!”
I mumble, wriggling into my pillow. I dimly realize that I have no blankets, but no matter. It’s only 20 degrees in here. Meh.
“WAKE UP!”
Blearily, I open my eyelids, swinging around to face my attacker. My arm flies up to smack Adri’s watermeat off her head.
“EEEeeeeeee!!!” A very Yunsi-like squeal sounds from the open doorway. “A fish flew on my face!”
Ignoring her (after all, with three watermeats on my person, I hardly object to alien fish), I turn towards my dear friend at my bedside.
“Whaaaattt?” I grumble and mumble.
Suddenly, she looks distressed. Yunsi joins in her bewailing.
“We missed Christmas!” Dx
“Whatcha mean, we—”
“We slept through the entire day!”
“Christmas is gone, and instead of waiting 364 days, we have to wait for 728 days till the next one!”
“Can you believe it, we missed Christmas!!!” T_____T
o.o
“Really?” I squeak.
A group tumbles in through the door, falling and tripping in their haste to get it. Except for Rampage, that is. It’s squeaking happily with a bow on its head. Figures.
“How do you know we missed it?” I ask suspiciously. I mean, with this many people, it could sooo be a prank.
Right?
“My electronic watch says so!”
“So does my computer!”
“And the high-tech stainless steel oven under the tree!”
We all turn to look at the last speaker, Nerfe.
“Oh, er, ha ha, sorry. I saw it downstairs.”
Gah. How wonderful. We missed the most cherished, most happiest celebrated, most impatiently awaited holiday of the year.
You think we might all become Scrooges? Bah Humbug.
I stumble off my bed, giving the squeaking Rampage a good kick in the butt as we go out. “Come on, let’s have some breakfast first. I don’t wanna think on an empty stomach.”
“Talk about empty, it’s been two days since we last ate!”
“Who cares if you wanna think on an empty stomach, I can’t. Even if I tried.”
“I don’t wanna cook!”
“Me neither!”
“Not it, not it!”
“Oh shut up, all of you. There’s cereal or something, anyway. Or maybe Santa didn’t eat all the cookies we left out for him.”
“He’s such a glutton. They’re all gone, probably. Pft…”
Many chaotic moments later find us all assembled around the table. Nerfe, Adri, and Yunsi are sipping at hot chocolate, the latter with a stray cookie in her hand. Sar and Des both have pastries of some sort, and YYugi is munching on a muffin. Fae and I have settled with splitting a latticed berry pie. Rampage is sipping at the whole gallon of milk. Piggish gremlin.
“So…what should we do?”
“Steal back Christmas, duh.”
“And how do you propose we do that, genius? Got a spare time machine?”
“Er, well, no.”
“We could go bug Santa about it.”
“Yeah! That way, we get Christmas, and the other gaians get two!” C:
“Christmas on the 26th?”
“Erm…maybe the twelve days of Christmas started late, and this is the twelfth one!”
“Ha ha, that’s such a sensible idea.” Snort.
“What if we just had our own Christmas cheer?”
“But what about the caroling in the streets? The stealing of bows from lampposts? The snowmen with candy cane noses and gumdrop buttons? The giftwrap balls that are bigger than our tree? It’s impossible!” Yunsi swoons dramatically.
“Oh, cut it out.”
“But she does have a point, you know. All the Christmas decorations are already gone.”
“Everyone’s shopping again.”
It’s silent after that last comment. What can we do?
“Couldn’t we have an extra long New Year’s party?”
“No, New Years parties are different from Old Years parties are different from Christmas parties.”
We fall back into contemplation mode.
“Squeak.”
“Squeak-squeak.”
I look down to see Rampage butting my ankle. I settle the omfg on my head, then begin to think again. Two brains are better than one, after all.
Suddenly, my brain squeaks. Whoa. I knock my head with my fist, and all is still again.
Squeak.
Am I going crazy? O.o
SQUEAK! I wince. Oh, right, Rampage.
Yes?
Squeak-squeak squuuuueeeeeaaaak.
Oh, erm, okay.
Squeak-hiccup.
You had too much milk.
Squeak!
Did too.
Squeak.
Did too.
Squeak.
Did.
Squeakity-squeak. >.<
Eh, whatever. Help us with the problem at hand, kay?
Squeak squeak-squeak. C:
I know you don’t have hands. What does that—oh, nevermind.
Squeak squeak whistle.
“BURN DOWN THE CHRISTMAS TREE?!?”
I musta said that outloud. Whoops. I sit back down on my chair, sheepishly smiling at my curious friends.
“Sorry. That was Rampage’s idea.”
“That’s a wonderful idea!”
“We could have the biggest bonfire ever!”
“And even those dummies in Aekea would see it!”
Uh-oh. Why do I have a feeling that this won’t be good?
“Okay, everyone,” Fae announces. “Gather up the Christmas décor! Pick up the tree! We’re having a winter bonfire EXTRAVAGANZA!!!”
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Author’s Notes:
Dude, I was typing this up on Word and I heard a loud creak, like somewhat had run into a wall…without the sound of an impact. Then, I realized the floor had moved a bit under me. Was the house settling down? Then my sister said she heard it too and felt a little shake…
EARTHQUAKE! o.o
Pardon all my caps, tho.
Second part will be up soon, I’m hoping. Can’t keep my promises up on that, tho. It’ll be the bonfire party. Watch out for the fire hazards…
Hey, managed to get this up on Christmas Day! =D Ah well.
Sorry, that this isn’t a Christmas entry. T_____T I didn’t have time on Sunday to write an entry, so here a late one is. Hence the reason why all of LO missed Christmas. Snow did. Isn’t that great?
Dx
Okay, sorry. Please overlook my stupidity and comment. Thankies.
SnowPheonix · Mon Dec 25, 2006 @ 06:16pm · 8 Comments
