So before anyone reads this, I feel you should have a full backstory.

My friends and I were having a Christmas movie marathon at my house. And we watched "Alvin and the Chipmunks Christmas" or whatever it's called. I know that that seems really random but um, have you seen the "Ghost of Christmas Past" in that movie? Look him up and you'll see what put this on my mind.

So later my friends and I decided to watch "Elmo Saves Christmas". And I thought "Wow, this matches Dragonlance perfectly!"

So here's my Christmas present to all of you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonlance or any of its characters. Also this is a parody, so any OOC is just my being crazy!

Chapter 1: How Tas Saved Yule. Tas Makes a Wish.

It was a gray winter's day, not cold but chilly, in Kenderhome. The market was full of milling kender, buying new things, mysteriously discovering things in their pockets, and finding newly-missing objects in the hands of nearby passersby.

Tasslehoff Burrfoot was very excited. Today was December 24, the eve of Yule. Naturally, Yule was Tas' favorite thing- besides, of course, adventuring, maps, and his friends. Except maybe Raistlin. But despite his excitement, Tas couldn't help wishing it would just snow for once! It snowed very rarely in Kenderhome- less often than most kender would have liked, but often enough that every time it got cold, all hoped desperately that it would. And a white Yule- how marvelous such a thing would be!

Tas continued his shopping, finding, and losing until well into the afternoon. Although he had lost a few old maps and a ring that must have fallen out of Tanis' pocket, he had found several marvelous things that his friends would love. He was rushing home now to further decorate his already festive home before evening. Equipped with new glass balls, some candles, and some tinsel, he decorated his sagging tree and baked- or burned- some fresh cookies, which he set out on the table beside his tree. He settled himself in an armchair, planning to sit and wait for Yule to begin- he was not going to fall asleep- but he was simply too excited. He found himself bouncing excitedly in his chair, but he was determined not to move. It started to rain, and he excitedly stared out the window, waiting for the temperature to drop sufficiently for snow. As more and more raindrops trickled down the window, he found himself drifting off...

"Oh, now where is my hat?" Tas heard as he roused. Immediately he was fully awake.

"Fizban!" he yelled excitedly. "You're here!"

"Is that my name?" the senile old man said from the corner of Tas' living room. "I couldn't for the life of me remember it. Of course I'm here! I'm delivering Yule gifts!"

"Gifts?" Tas asked. "I love gifts! What did I get?"

Fizban scratched his head. "I can't deliver anything without my hat," he said decisively. "Will you help me find it?"

Tas shook his head. "It's on your head, Fizban," he informed the old man, whose hand immediately flew to his head and encountered his hat.

"By George, it is on my head!" Fizban exclaimed. "Now I can continue my deliveries. Tas, you've saved Yule!"

"I have?" Tas asked. "I suppose I have! Wait till I tell Caramon! He'll never believe me!"

"Well," Fizban said, businesslike, "I have a lot more houses to get to, and a few caves. Also some trees. And some boats. Oh, I am going to be busy today!" He bustled about, preparing to leave. "What was that transportation spell, again?"

"Wait!" Tas yelled. "What about my present?"

"Oh, right," Fizban said absentmindedly. He reached into his sack and pulled out a small, round object. "Here you go. Now, what was that spell?"

Tas was far too distracted by his new present to help Fizban on this one. He's a god, anyway,Tas thought. He'll figure it out eventually.

The gift appeared to be nothing but a heavy crystal ball, but when Tas picked it up, its insides seemed to swirl. "Wow, Fizban, look!" he called excitedly. "It's just like that dragon orb I broke!" But the old man was gone. Apparently he had remembered that spell.

"Who are you talking to?" the ball asked. Tas was so surprised he nearly dropped it.

"You talk?" he asked.

"Of course I do. I thought you were talking to me. But my name is definitely not Fizban. Such a lowly name," the ball said. Tas thought its tone seemed a little nasty.

"Don't make fun of Fizban," he said. "He's a god, you know. Paladine. We're close personal friends."

"Well," the ball replied, and that seemed to be the end of that. "What's your first wish?"

"Wish?" Tas asked.

"Of course. I'll grant you any three wishes you want."

"Any three wishes?" Tas verified.

"Anything."

"How do I do it?"

"All you have to do is think of your wish and say, 'dragon'."

"'Dragon'? That's a weird wishing word," Tas said. He was really trying to distract the ball while he thought of a good wish.

"Hey, if you're going to complain, I can find someone else," the ball told him.

"'Dragon' is a lovely wishing word," Tas corrected himself. "Can I try?" He had thought of a perfect wish.

"Go right ahead," the ball said.

Tas gripped the ball tightly, thought of his wish, and said "Dragon!"

It immediately began snowing outside.

"Snow?" the ball asked. "You wished for snow?"

"I love snow! And we've never had a white Yule. Well, that's not entirely true. My Uncle Trapspringer once told me about a white Yule when he was a boy. See-"

"You could have had absolutely anything!" the ball interrupted.

"-and I know I would love a white Yule, and all the other kender would too, and they'd be so surprised," he finished his explanation a few moments later.

"But you could have had anything!" the ball repeated, dumbfounded.

"Like what? A kender girlfriend?"

"That. Or world dominion. Or godhood. You could have been a magician!"

"A mage like Raistlin? I've always wanted to learn magic! Can that be my second wish?"

"I wouldn't waste any more wishes for tonight," the ball replied. "Think it through, and maybe I'll let you wish again in the morning. Remember, you only have two more wishes. You want to make them the very best."

Tas sighed. "I suppose so," he said. "Wait until I tell Caramon and Tanis! They'll never believe it!"

Tas walked out into the streets of Kenderhome. Everywhere he looked, kender were playing in the snow. Kender children had built a snow fort and were conducting a full-blown battle in the streets. He had been caught in the crossfire, but he had only laughed. This snow brought such joy to everyone.

"Tas! Tasslehoff!" a voice called from behind him. He turned to see a young kender girl- his cousin Goldilocks, actually, rushing to catch up with him.

"Happy Yule, Goldie," he said cheerfully. "Isn't the snow wonderful?"

"Oh, it is, Tas," she said happily. "I'm supposed to give you a present. Here, it's from me and mama and papa."

Tas smiled and took the gift. "I have some for you, too," he said, reaching into his pocket and discovering only one of the two presents he was to give to Goldie. He glanced at the package she had given him. "To: Goldie, From: Tas," it said. He grabbed it and gave it to her. "Sorry, your present must have fallen out of my pocket and into yours. You must have dropped mine." He checked his other pocket. Ah, there it was! "See, it fell into my pocket!"

Goldie laughed. "Funny how those things happen, isn't it?" she asked. "Thank you so much, Tas. Have a merry Yule!" she called out as she skipped off down the street.

Tas continued walking, enjoying every moment. "Snow is so marvelous," he told the ball, which was hidden in a secret pocket inside his coat. He didn't want anyone stealing it. "Especially on Yule."

"Snow is wonderful," the ball said sullenly. It felt its talents were being wasted on this kender. "But shouldn't you wish for something more serious?"

Tas shook his head. "We've had this talk already. And I'm the one making a wish, so I think I should pick what it is. What should I wish for next?" He stopped addressing the ball and began speaking to himself instead. "I could wish to go to the moon...or to never have to sleep. Or for every map ever made, except not any duplicates. Or I could wish for..." He trailed off, distracted by a group of passing children. One was knocked down by a snowball, and rose laughing.

"I love Yule!" he cried. "I wish it could be Yule every day!"

Tas grinned. "That's it!" he cried. He held the ball tight and wished.

It was a snowy Yule morning at the Tower of High Sorcery in Palanthas. Much like everyone else in Krynn, Dalamar and Raistlin were enjoying their gifts.

"A unicorn horn?" Dalamar asked incredulously. "This is the most powerful magical item I've ever owned!"

"It is not to be lightly used," Raistlin said weakly from his chair by the fire. He didn't do well waking up early. "Save it for emergencies."

"Of course, Shalafi," Dalamar replied, but continued stroking the horn. "Have you opened my gift yet?"

Raistlin nodded. "The spellbook was a lovely idea. If only I didn't have five copies already."

Dalamar flushed. In the process of looking away, he discovered another partially hidden present under the tree. He passed it to Raistlin, who proceeded to open it with the closest thing to excitement Dalamar had ever seen him express. This faded quickly once the gift was unwrapped.

"Maps?" Raistlin exclaimed so forcefully that he quickly succumbed to a severe coughing fit. Dalamar rose to help him until it passed. "Maps?" he repeated, more softly. "But where's my Demon-in-a-Ball?"

"You wished for a Demon-in-a-Ball?" Dalamar asked incredulously. "Why on earth would you need that? You're the most powerful mage there is!"

"You and I both know what I aspire to," Raistlin said dangerously. "The Demon-in-a-Ball would have simply made my quest easier. The real question is this: who does have the Demon-in-a-Ball? Whose present did I get?"

Dalamar dug through the discarded wrapping paper until he found a label. "'To: Tasslefoot Burrhoff, From: I seem to have forgotten my name again'," Dalamar read. "Who could that be?"

"Damn that fool of a wizard!" Raistlin said softly. "And damn that kender. He'll have made some foolish wishes by now..." More loudly, he said, "Come, Dalamar. We must retrieve my Demon-in-a-Ball before it is too late."

"I don't think it worked," Tas said, opening his eyes. He had squinted them shut in fear- or hope- that there would be some sort of explosion.

"Oh, it worked," the ball said. "And that was another ridiculous waste of a wish."

"How do you know it worked?" Tas asked anxiously, ignoring the final jab.

"I made it work. You'll see."

"When? Now?"

"Soon enough...chaos will begin..."

The morning after Yule, Dalamar and Raistlin prepared to leave Palanthas for Kenderhome. They would have left earlier, but strict Palanthian rules prevented anyone leaving the town on Yule. So as soon as dawn broke, the pair were packed and leaving the Tower.

But when they reached the gates, there seemed to be some sort of backup.

"Dalamar!" Raistlin commanded. "Go see what's going on."

Dalamar bustled off and returned a few moments later. "It seems, sir, that they're still not letting anyone out."

"Well why in the Abyss not?" Raistlin demanded.

"It would appear, Shalafi," Dalamar said, "that it's Yule again."

Raistlin sighed. "Damn that kender," he said, and motioned for Dalamar to follow him back to the Tower.

Tas skipped happily out of his house the next morning. His wish had worked- this morning, when he had awoken, a new gift lay under his tree. And the more he saw of Kenderhome, the more he realized how worthwhile his wish had been.

"Everyone's so happy," he told his ball. "How could you possibly think that was a bad wish?"

"Oh, you'll see," the ball replied. It was beginning to think that perhaps such dire warnings were lost on a kender.

But he wasn't the only one with objections to Tas' wish. When Tas returned to his house that night, he found Fizban waiting for him.

"Tasslefoot Burrhoff!" he said angrily. "What have you done?"

"Isn't it wonderful, Fizban?" Tas replied excitedly. "Now it will be Yule every day!"

"It's horrible!" Fizban replied. "How will anyone get anything done now?"

"What do you mean? It's Yule, what is there to get done?"

"What is there to get done for the rest of the year?"

Tas thought for a moment. "Okay, you've got a point," he said. "But look at how happy everyone is!"

"They're happy here," Fizban replied, "but what about everywhere else? I'll show you," he said, deciding not to wait for Tas' answer.

Suddenly, Tas, the ball, and Fizban were in Palanthas. Angry crowds pushed to leave the city, but the gates would not open. Then they were in Sanction, where draconians milled angrily. Through a window Tas could see Kitiara, which was very exciting, but she did not look very happy. She was sprawled across a chair, spinning a knife between her fingers. "What about the post-Yule executions?" she asked a nearby draconian irritably. Then Fizban and Tas were in Solace, where they could see into the Inn, and this was the most exciting part because both Caramon and Tika were in there, and they looked content. Tas could hear laughter and other happy sounds from below.

"They don't sound unhappy," he said.

"They will," Fizban replied. "Just wait."

"I don't want to wait!" Tas said anxiously. "I want to see it!"

Fizban realized the utter danger of letting a kender whose last wish could save the world wait several months for the joy of constant Yule to wear off and nodded. "Very well," he said. He reached into a pocket of his robes and produced a sparkling device.

"This," he said, "is the Device of Time Journeying. I want you to use it- you do know how to use it?" Tas nodded, and he continued, "- to see how many people love Yule in the spring, and how many love it still in summer, and how appreciated it is by this time next year."

Tas wiggled excitedly in his shoes. "I love time travel!" he said, reaching for the glittering object. Fizban pulled it back.

"Not so fast," he said. "Tasslehoff Burrfoot, you must promise you will not use this in any way other than what I have told you, and of course to come back. You will not use it to go far back in time and play tricks on people, or to speak at your friends' funerals-"

"What makes you think I'd do something like that?" Tas interrupted.

Fizban glanced at him askance. "It's just a premonition," he said.

Tas nodded. "All right then, I promise. Can I go now? I haven't done anything exciting in so long!"

Fizban handed over the device and watched as Tas disappeared.

And now you're wondering: Now what? I know, I'm a psychic mastermind. Don't worry about it. There will be a few more chapters. And hopefully this will be done by Christmas.

Now comes review time!

!--Mazzie--!