Hello, world of FanFiction! I'm SmileDip (Smile) and this is my first fan fiction! Just a little story that popped into my head. I wish I owned Gravity Falls, but I don't... Anyways, enjoy the story!

I love every holiday. Almost. I love Valentine's Day (still single), New Years, St. Patricks Day, Summerween, April Fools, my birthday, Dipper's birthday, other birthdays, the 4th of July, President's day, May Day, Memorial Day, Halloween, Labor Day, Columbus Day, Thanksgiving, Mother's Day, Father's Day, and just about every other holiday in between. They're so much fun! But the one holiday I can't stand...

is Christmas.

Now, you may be thinking, Why Mabel, why do you hate Christmas? Or, I wonder how much wood a woodchuck chucks cause a woodchuck can chuck wood! (The answer is 17.)

It's not that I hate Christmas, I like it, I really do! I get to make cookies and eat candycanes and get tons of balls of yarn to make sweaters and decorate the house in lights and go to the hospital to get chocolate taken out of my nose and decorate a tree. Fun! Some doctors are really cute...

Anyways, the reason I can't stand Christmas is Santa Claus.

First of all, he's fat. Who wants a fat guy sliding down your chimney?

And that song, You better watch out, you better not cry! You better not pout I'm telling you why- Santa Claus is coming to town. He sees you when you're sleeping! He knows when you're awake! He know's if you've been bad or good to be good for goodness sake!

He sees me when I'm sleeping? STALKER! He knows when I'm awake? What is up with this fat guy? "Oh, I'm just going to watch millions of kids while they sleep! Yay!" Does that only creep me out? WHat do you mean yes? What do you mean I'm crazy? Grr...

Then, once he breaks into your house, he steals your food. I'll have you know I spend hours making those cookies, and it doesn't make me happy having some fat guy come in and steal it. And his reindeer poop on my lawn! Well, technically it's dads lawn because he owns the house... WHATEVER!


Mom and dad decided it would be a great idea to take a last minute Christmas vacation to Las Vegas. We couldn't come. Naturally, they sent us to Gravity Falls, where Grunkle Stan takes such good care of us!

Dipper had his head in that book thing again. I sighed and rolled down the hill yelling, "YAY! SNOW!"

He looked up and scowled. "Mabel, I'm trying to read!"

"Dipper, I'm trying to roll!"

I smirked as he rolled his eyes and went back to his book. I trudged back up the hill and pushed him down. He screamed and landed at the bottom, covered in snow. Like a Dipper-snowball-unicorn thing.

"What the heck?" he shouted, picking up his Dork-tionary. "I was READING!"

"I was PUSHING!" I snatched the book out of his hands. "You are a stress-aholic. You are going to roll or something, and you are going to LIKE IT!"

Dipper grabbed one cover. "No! This is the most interesting thing I have to do here!"

"What about staring at Wendy?"

"I DO NOT!"

"Yeah-huh! Why don't you spend any time with me anymore?"

He pulled on his end. "GIVE IT BACK!"

"NO!" I pulled back.

"YES!"

"NEVER!"

"GI-"

Before we could continue, there was a sickening ripping noise. The book had ripped right down the spine.

Pages poured out. Some got carried away in the wind, others disolved in the snow. Dipper and I watched in horror. His face went pale.

The only thing I managed to say was, "Oops..."