Here is my Christmas Special. Read it, or be obliterated.
JK, I don't obliterate people during the holidays.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Madoka asked Gingka. It was a few minutes until the "Big, Annual, Christmas Savings Convention" at the big department store, Tracy's. Every year, three of the most influential figures in the world were invited to the Tracy's Theater to perform Christmas carols. This year, it was Gingka, Julian Konzern, and some philanthropist computer guy from Seattle.
"Of course I do! It's not everyday that you get to sing carols in front of a big audience! I'm so pumped!" Gingka replied.
"And now, introducing this years #1 influential figure, Gingka Hagane!" the announcer exclaimed, voice booming like Blader DJ's.
"Gotta go, bye!" Gingka shot up and was a blur as he ran up the steps to the stage.
"Break a leg!" Madoka shouted as he got up to podium, and he tripped on a step and fell. He quickly stood back up, flashing the audience a sheepish smile and "I'm okay" thumbs-up.
"Now, guys, Gingka Hagane, you probably know him as the guys who saved the world, but he was also the winner of Battle Bladers and the Beyblade World Championships! Today, he's going to, well, let's just let him tell you for himself!" the announcer stepped to the side and let Gingka up to the podium.
"Hey guys! Yeah, Bill here basically said it all-"
"My name's not Bill."
"-so I'm just going to start. Who knows of the song Jingle Bells?" he asked. The audience went crazy with original ways of saying "yes." He chuckled into the microphone nervously.
"Oh-Okay. Now, who knows the song, 'Jingle Bells Redone?" there was whispering among the audience. "Well, I'm gonna sing it today!" the crowd went back to it's original state of screaming excitedly.
The instrumental for the song started, and soon Gingka's part came. His voice started out surprisingly low, even for normal teenage boys, as he sang.
Dashing through the heat,
Oh, it is such a feat,
Over the lakes and trees,
Oh why is there no breeze?
It's slowly turning night,
The sun is way too bright,
Can't keep this up, I'm dying here!
I want to disappear!
To Madoka's right, Masamune, Toby and Zeo, all of whom decided to join the gang in Japan for the holidays, face palmed. Tsubasa was not there to do it, but it was just something that had to be done either way.
Oh, jingle bells
Something smells
Never date a pig
I shouldn't have to say that much
It should be instinctive, hey!
Gingka had lost all credibility.
Jingle bells, never yell,
You know it's impolite
I hate you, date you,
Wanna mate you
But that's just out of spite!
He finished with a dramatic show of jazz hands as the orchestral faded out with vibrato. At first, there was just a unanimous slow clap spreading through the crowd, but soon it turned into a loyal cheer, the people chanting, "Encore, encore!" or "Bravo! Bravo!".
He bowed politely, and strutted off the stage. Fans swarmed the redhead and he walked to the back of the theater, towards the guards, and handed them each a card.
"Dunkin Donuts?" the one on the right asked.
"Yep. Merry Christmas!" Gingka pipped, skipping away. The guards stood with their mouths open at the astonishment of a random stranger giving them gift cards worth hundreds of dollars.
"Heh. Yeah. Merry Christmas, kid," the one on the right said.
"Happy Hanukkah," the one on the left said. The right one looked at him funny. "What? I'm Jewish."
"Hanukkah was like a billion weeks ago. Get with the program."
"Yeah, okay. Merry Christmas."
The guard on the right grunted. "That's better."
Heh heh. Merry Christmas, guys.
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And a happy new year.