Title: Twelve Days
Summary: The 12 days of Christmas…. Spideypool style starting on December 26th through January 6th.
Notes: The twelve days in the song are the twelve days starting with Christmas Day, or in some traditions, the day after Christmas (December 26) (Boxing Day or St. Stephen's Day, as being the feast day of St. Stephen Protomartyr), to the day before Epiphany, or the Feast of the Epiphany (January 6, or the Twelfth Day).
I'll post a new short story every day
It will end on January 6th with a bit of a longer oneshot.
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Peter yawned and stretched out over his bed just enjoying the quiet and knowing he didn't have any obligations for the day. Yesterday had been a cluster fuck of epic proportions and he was so glad the holidays were over and done with.
A strange grinding or chirping noise had him freezing but his Spidey sense hadn't gone off. He rolled over and almost fell out of bed before stumbling to the door and peering out into the living room.
His mouth fell open in shock and he squinted and rubbed his eyes again, nope not hallucinating. There in his living room was a potted tree that stood about 5 feet high with a cage with a bird in it. The bird is what was making the sound and he crossed to it in puzzlement and shock.
"What in the world?" reaching out for the bright white note he had spotted he plucked it from the tree and was surprised by the neat tight script he saw on the letter.
'On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
A partridge in a pear tree.'
Under that was a small typed note which was a jarring difference to the handwritten note above.
'The Partridge is trained, not even I'm crazy enough to get someone a real animal that they can't get rid of. Just let 'im out and he'll find his way home. The pear tree is real though! It should give you fruit if ya take care of it. Kind of the way New York gives you fruit-loops in thanks for taking care of it. I've included a book on caring for pear trees.
Sincerely Yours'
It was unsigned and Peter glanced from the tree to the bird to the note again. No fucking way was this happening to him. Right? It was utterly impossible and he was not going to read too much into it. It had to be a joke afterall, Christmas was over.
He decided to research this Twelve Days of Christmas thing… as soon as he took care of the bird that is.
…
Peter let his head thump down onto the wood, so much for thinking the holidays were over. As it turned out that the twelve days of Christmas started on the 26th and lasted until the 6th of January.
He sighed and stood up. He still had no idea which of his friends had done this little prank but he really hoped they weren't so literal if they were going to keep up this little charade.
He did know he should probably be more worried about a random tree and bird turning up in his apartment but with his Spidey sense not going off he wasn't too worried. He tended to trust his gut and his was just telling him this was a joke or something but not anything malicious.
Truthfully, the thought of having a fruit tree in his home kind of appealed to him. As he went about taking down the very few Christmas decorations in his apartment he couldn't help but glancing at his pear tree with a soft smile from time to time.
He'd find out who sent it tomorrow and thank them. In the meantime he'd just appreciate that the joke actually made up for the not so good Christmas Day he'd had.
As he went about his day he was unaware that he was whistling a certain tune.
/and a partridge in a pear tree/