MERRY EARLY CHRISTMAS, FELLOW AVATAR FANS! This is a treat for all my fans, and all avatar fans in general. I hope you enjoy, and if you have any ideas or requests, let me know in a review! Now, let us begin.

Disclaimer: No, I do not own A: TLA, and I most certainly do not own A Christmas Carol. Charles Dickens is dead, so I can't be him, and I did not buy the rights to his book since.

Hundreds of avatards were whispering excitedly as they awaited the upcoming performance. Some had come from far away to see this play, and as far as they were concerned, just being able to see the Avatar characters in real life was worth the trip. The Avatar fans that had all gathered together in this auditorium believed this to be a perfect way to spend the holidays.

Suddenly, the crowd fell silent as none other than a bald monk with an arrow on his head appeared on stage, waving at them. He stood in front of the microphone on stage with a smile.

"TESTING! TESTING! ONE, TWO, THREE!" He bellowed excitedly. Every member of the audience clutched their ears in pain.

"Sorry, guys, I've just always wanted to do that," the monk laughed before continuing, "As you've probably figured out by now, I am Avatar Aang." Screams from many fangirls filled the air, while a certain author called Twinkletoes626 pulled out her computer and started typing all that was happening at a ferocious pace.

Aang sent a smug smirk at Zuko, who was watching the scene incredulously from backstage. He probably would've stood there and enjoyed the fangirl attention, if it hadn't been for Katara sending him an evil glare and shaking her head. The Avatar gulped and tried to quiet down the hyperventilating fangirls.

"Alright, uh, time to calm down. Guys? Hello, anyone? Hey, Zuko lovers, a little help here?" Aang turned his attention to the much more composed Zuko fangirls. Even if the girls fantasized about being with Firelord Zuko, they still felt sorry for Aang, and tried to help.

"SHUT UP!" The fangirls screamed at the top of their lungs. All the Aang lovers got the message and quieted down.

"Okay, as I was saying, I am Avatar Aang, and I am here with some of the cast of Avatar to present you all with a play. This is a treat for all the Avatar fans out there who have been so loyal to us over the course of the show, even now that it's over," Aang said. Frankly, after all I've been through in Twinkletoes626's The Avatar Rebels, this is a well-earned break, Aang added grumpily in his mind.

"Tonight, we will be performing a play based on Charles Dicken's classic novel, A Christmas Carol. However, this play will still take place in the Avatar universe, and we will still keep our original names. For example, if I were to play Scrsooge-"

Laughter filled the room at the thought of Aang playing the sour, stingy old man that was Scrooge. One of the fans even murmured, "No, just...no."

"-I would act just like the character Scrooge, but everyone would still call me Aang," the monk finished, his cheeks a vivid shade of red.

"Also, might I add that while I don't know much about 'Christmas,' as it is not a holiday in my world, I do love the hats!" Aang exclaimed, and the fans noticed for the first time that Aang was wearing a Santa Claus hat. More screams erupted from the fangirls, and it was hard work quieting them down this time. Aang decided that it was time to wrap this up and start the play before his fans all had strokes.

"Without further ado," Aang began, puffing out his chest and trying to sound important, "I give you, An Avatar Christmas Carol!" Bright red curtains obscured the avatards' view of Aang as they closed the stage.

"Well, did I do well?" Aang asked Katara.

His girlfriend smiled. "You did find, sweetie," her voice then took a deadly turn, "but you better not soak up the fangirl love."

"Y-yes, Katara," Aang stuttered nervously.

"Aw, Aang, you're so easy to scare," Katara said, kissing her boyfriend on the cheek. She then said, "Come on, you need to get ready for the play. You are one of the first people to perform." Aang nodded, still blushing from the kiss, and left to get ready.


The lights in the theater dimmed, and once again there was silence. Excitement coursed through everyone's veins as they awaited the play. To think, they were about to see the Avatar version of A Christmas Carol! It was almost too good to be true. It was as if they were in some sort of fanfiction. However, they knew this was not the case, and they eagerly look toward the stage. The curtains withdrew.

On the stage was Sokka. He was sitting at a desk, and he appeared to be separating bronze, silver, and gold colored coins. He was frowning in concentration, and looked to be deep in thought. He was wearing an old, weathered top hat and a monocle.

Sitting on a stool by another desk was Aang. He was hurriedly writing on a piece of parchment. His eyes occasionally drifted away to the clock, but then he would look at Sokka, shake his head, and go back to what he was doing. He was wearing a red scarf, gloves, and a top hat that looked much worse off than Sokka's.

Suddenly, another character appeared on stage, and Sokka looked at her in extreme annoyance.

"What do you want, Toph?" he asked with a sour tone. Yes, it was the Blind Bandit, and all the fans watching the scene had to keep from screaming in delight.

"Relax, Snooz-Uncle," Toph had to correct herself, and while Katara frowned in disapproval from backstage, the fans thought that Toph's accidently calling Sokka Snoozles made the play much better.

Toph continued, "I came to invite you to the Christmas party that I'm throwing. I know for a fact that you'd love it. There will be plenty of food for that big belly of yours," No matter who Toph was playing, she was going to act like herself.

"Well, my dear niece, calling me fat isn't the best way to it," Sokka retorted sarcastically. He couldn't let Toph get away with calling him fat, could he?

"You should be flattered I'm inviting you at all, what with that attitude!" Katara facepalmed as she watched the scene unfold before her. She glared at Toph and Sokka, but neither noticed. Luckily, Aang did, and he discreetly nudged Toph and whispered, "You need to get on with the plot." Toph reluctantly nodded, (though she did make a mental note to continue her fight with Sokka later and get revenge on Aang for interrupting the fight) and tried to focus on what her part was.

"Look, just come. It'd be great if you went!" Toph urged.

"I'd rather not," growled Sokka, getting back into character.

"So you're just going to sit around and be alone on Christmas, are you?"

"Bah! Humbug! That's right. Humbug to Christmas, Toph!" Sokka yelled, and everyone could see a comically large grin on his face as he said the famous two words. He'd always wanted to say them.

"Humbug to Christmas?! HUMBUG TO CHRISTMAS?! How could you say that? Sokka, Christmas is amazing! Even I, unsentimental Toph Beifong, know that! I may not be one for hugs and tears and things like that, but I do know that Christmas is a time to be near those that you're close to you. It's a time for family!"

"How can you be so happy when you have so little?" Sokka grumbled.

"Because I have an amazing family full of people who really care about me! I don't sit alone brooding all day! People actually enjoy talking to me, because I'm not so darn selfish and uncaring! I know what's important! FAMILY!" Toph yelled. Aang, who had been observing the scene quietly, clapped his hands and whistled admiration. Sokka scowled at him, and the boy immediately tried to make it look as though he'd only been clapping to warm his hands, which were freezing. He laughed nervously before quickly going back to work.

"Merry Christmas to you, Sokka! Goodbye!" Toph turned around and walked away.

"Bah! Humbug!" Sokka retorted just before Toph was off the stage.

"And a Happy New Year!" was Toph's response. "Merry Christmas, Aang," she added to the boy with a smile. Aang was about to wish Toph a Merry Christmas, but with a nervous glance at Sokka, thought that it was better to merely nod. The earthbender left, and Sokka sighed in relief.

"Finally," Sokka murmured. He then noticed that Aang was looking quite a bit more cheerful since Toph's visit, and he grumbled, "Hmph, yet another person who barely makes any income, has who knows how many mouths to feed, and is still somehow incredibly cheerful." Sokka shook his head and went back to separating his coins. That is, he tried to go back to separating his coins, but he was once more interrupted.

In walked a man adorned in green. He had a cart full of money. The audience gasped. They weren't expecting to see him! It was brilliant! The man smiled pleasantly at Sokka, who grimaced.

"Excuse me, which person do I have the pleasure of addressing, Mr. Sokka or-"

"Mr. Sokka," came Sokka's tart reply, "now what is it?"

"Er, well, I was wondering if I could interest you in donating some of your money to the less fortunate. Christmas is a time of giving, after all, so I'm sure you'll be donating plenty!"

Sokka scowled, "So, are the prisons still in order?"

"Er, y-yes, they are doing just fine," stuttered the man.

"How about the work houses? Are they running smoothly?" was Sokka's next question.

"Still functioning well, though I wish it wasn't so."

"Then I see no reason to donate my money. The poor still have a place to go. Let me know when they don't," said Sokka. The man looked appalled at Sokka's words, and Aang winced.

"B-but, some people would rather die than go to those places!"

"Then they'd better do it, to decrease the surplus population! There are too many needy people in this world." Sokka then opened a drawer on his desk, pulled out his boomerang, and threw it at the man's cart. His weapon hit its target, and the money fell all over the stage.

"MY DONATIONS!" the man yelled. The audience roared with laughter at this. They should've known that Cabbage Man would say something like that.

After gathering up the donations, Cabbage Man left, and Sokka finally went back to sorting his money.


Aang coughed awkwardly. "Er, Sokka?" he asked.

"Yes, Aang?" Sokka sighed in annoyance.

"W-well, it's time for me to go, and I was wondering, should I be expected to show up tomorrow, what with it being Christmas and all?"

Sokka mulled it over, "Do you expect me to waste money on paying you for a day you could just as easily show up on?"

"It's only for one day…" Aang mumbled.

"Very well, but I'm only paying you half as much!" Sokka warned.

"Oh, th-thank you, Sokka!" Aang cried in joyous merriment. He then leaped off his stool, grabbed his coat from the coat rack, and left.

"Finally," said Sokka, "some peace."

The curtains closed, and Team Avatar rushed to get ready for the next scene.

Well, how was it? PLEASE let me know in a review. If you have any ideas on who should play who, let me know.