Blowhole: Welcome all, welcome one! To my sister's Christmas story!
Savio: How come she's not introducing it?
Blowhole: She's a little… unnerved about Christmas. *points to me who's sitting in a corner, sulking*
Savio: Oh.
Hans: I love Christmas! The snow! The tree! It's so much fun!
Clemson: I know!
Savio: Shut it you two! I don't like Christmas either. It's too cold for me.
Blowhole: Now unto the story!
Chapter 1: What's Christmas?
It was a clear crisp December morning. Snow lightly fallen on the City that never sleeps. The streets were decorated for Christmas, lights, decorations and even the traditional large tree was up. Even at Coney Island the dolphin villain, Dr. Blowhole, the lobsters, and the little Irish Setter Chey, known as Cartoongirl, were getting ready.
However, Cartoongirl was confused. She never really had the chance to celebrate Christmas before. It was actually her very first Christmas. And she was still unsure about it. She has seen many things about the holiday, not fully understanding.
She looked around seeing that the lobsters were sitting up the tree. They were stacked onto each other, putting the decorations on the tree. The small Irish setter was watching in fascination. She's never seen a tree decorated before.
She heard a song playing and wandered to it.
"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire… Jack frost nipping at your nose."
She continued to follow the sound of the music. She wandered over to see Crystal on the piano singing. The young Irish setter sat down and listened to the song. It was so pretty. She noticed that Crystal had stopped and was looking at her.
"Cartoongirl, what are you doing in here?"
The young dog, shifted uncomfortably.
"I heard you singing, and I went to investigate."
Crystal went over to her, and placed a flipper on her cheek. Cartoongirl looked at her.
"You're nervous about this being your first Christmas, isn't it?" The motherly penguin asked.
Cartoongirl nodded. She felt really nervous about this. Her whole life she never really had a reason to celebrate it. It was only her and her alone for as long as she could remember. Crystal smiled and nudged her off.
"How about you go check on your brother and make sure he doesn't eat all the cookie dough?"
Cartoongirl gasp.
"That's my thing!" She took off running.
Crystal chuckled. She always knew how to keep her children occupied when they were feeling upset. Cartoongirl skidded into the kitchen to see Blowhole putting the cookie dough on the cookie tin. He didn't even know how to cook.
"Blowhole!" She growled.
Blowhole looked up.
"Hey sis. Cookie dough?" he asked, holding up a flipper full of cookie dough to her. She took a hold of it and slapped him.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"You know you can't use the stove and eating the cookie dough is MY thing!" She snapped.
Blowhole rubbed his cheek. She knew how to slap really hard.
"Ow! Mother said you weren't supposed to slap me!" He whined.
She rolled her eyes and put the cookies in the stove and started baking them. Cartoongirl walked out, leaving the evil dolphin to continue rubbing his face. She had to know what this holiday was and what is was about, no matter what.
She walked in to see the lobsters start to fall as they tried to place the star on the Christmas tree. Cartoongirl went up and caught them. She sat them down.
"Are you guys okay?" she asked.
"Yea, thanks." One of the lobsters answered.
"You're welcome." She stated quietly.
They looked at her in concern.
"Are you okay Chey? You seemed distant."
"Fine, just a little distracted," she replied, waving it off.
"Is it because this is your first Christmas with Doc and us?"
She nodded. She has always been trying to avoid looking like an idiot, but it was hard when you don't know anything about Christmas.
"We should be getting back to work. Thanks for the help."
Cartoongirl watched as they left, leaving her along.
She sighed. She looked up at the tree to see the star shining.
"~Oh Christmas tree,
oh Christmas tree, what do you really mean?
Why is Christmas celebrated?
When did Santa come to be?
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree,
Can you answer me?~"
She knew that the tree wasn't going to answer her and walked off. She needed to know what Christmas was, and she was determined to find out.
Blowhole: And that concludes this chapter!
Hans: This is really Chey's first Christmas?
Blowhole: Yes, she never celebrated it before because she was always on the streets.
Clemson: Really?
Savio: I can understand that. And now you readers… Review!