A/N: Yes, I succumbed to the urge to write a silly Christmas fic. It is slightly sillier than I anticipated…
Oh yeah. I own nothing. I was gonna steal the rights, but I got distracted.
Stockings and Silliness
"Uh, why are there seven stockings hanging by the window?"
"Because it's Christmas, Roger. And if you're very lucky, Santa might give you presents!"
"Alright, alright. I'm not six, Mimi."
"Hey guys! Oh cool! Stockings! Yay!"
"Hi Maureen."
"Hey Marky?"
"Yes, Maureen? And how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?"
"What is that?"
"Erm… Angel's stocking. I think."
"It looks like a pair of her tights."
"Yes. Uh, it is."
"Oh. Hey that's a good idea! Marky, d'you think if I hung up some tights too I'd get presents in both legs?"
"Yes. Yes you would. Honest and truly."
"Oh, okay! More presents!"
Whoosh
"What was that?"
"Sarcasm flying over your head. Why?"
"Oh."
"Hey everyone!"
"Oh my God Angel! You are the cutest Santa ever!"
"Thank you, Mimi."
"I prefer the term 'sexiest'."
"Oh hey Collins! Hey, why is your stocking a beanie?"
"I like beanies. Same reason Mimi has a fishnet stocking."
"Uh, Meems? That's not gonna hold anything."
"So? Santa doesn't exist anyway."
"Spoilsport. Besides, Santa's over there, making out with Collins."
"I'm Mrs Claus!"
"Wait, you're cheating on me with Santa?"
"Hey guys! Guys! The sun's up!"
"What? So?"
"So it's Christmas! Presents!"
"Uh, Maureen? There are no presents. Santa's busy – guys! Get a room! Jeez."
"Oh. Oops!"
"Wow, Angel. You're a crappy Santa."
"I'm just easily distracted."
"Oh well! We'll just have Christmas again tomorrow!"
"Yay!"
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