'Twas The Night Before Christmas

A/N: Christmas Special! I got my laptop back in time for it =D

Sit back, and enjoy, I guess.

Warnings: Pretty mild, but like one or two swears (Damien, tsk)

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park, or any Christmas songs quoted here. I DO however, own a Christmas tree ;)

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Tweek glanced at the clock. Almost 5 pm. Craig would be home anytime soon, and he still had a few presents to wrap.

"Ack! I h-hate doing this, deadlines are w-way too much –nngh- pressure!" he muttered to himself.

Craig let himself in quietly, barely making a sound as he closed the door. Through the slightly-open door to the front room he could hear the rustling of paper and small squeaks. He smiled, and waited a minute before walking in.

Tweek gave a small squeak of surprise, and hid something behind his back, blushing furiously. The small Christmas tree they had bought and decorated had a few presents underneath it, and wrapping paper was lain on the floor, and Tweek had a few small pieces of cellotape in his hair. Craig gave a small chuckle.

"So what are you doing Tweek?" he asked teasingly.

"N-nothing." Tweek said, staring up at him with big innocent eyes.

"Sure." Craig grinned. Tweek blushed a deeper red. One of his hands crept out from behind his back and picked up the small mug he'd been using since dropping his favourite large one. He looked into it, then back up at Craig in a way that quite obviously said 'it's empty' and batted his eyes.

"Sure, I'll go get you another one." Craig grinned, knowing full well it was a quick distraction while Tweek finished wrapping the last present.

A few minutes later when the noirette returned, with two mugs of coffee (Tweek had managed to get him to like the drink) everything was cleared up and the front room was immaculate again. Tweek was sat on the sofa, trying to get a bit of cellotape of out his hair without ripping too much out.

"Here, I'll do it." Craig smiled. Tweek sat still (or, as still as he could) while Craig gently worked the cellotape out of the mess of blonde.

"Th-thanks." Tweek mumbled. Craig lent forward to peck the blonde's forehead and ruffled his naturally mussed hair.

"Hows about you get up to bed a little early tonight?" Craig smirked. Tweek was especially hard to get to sleep on Christmas Eve; he always had a child's sense of delight when it came to the day. Even if he did get rather nervous at the mention of 'Santa' because, in his opinion, the bearded man was creepy, due to his habit of 'watching you when you're sleeping' and breaking-and-entering (as Tweek put it) a house by some-how squeezing his way down a chimney that was at least half the size of his waistline.

It had never occurred to Craig before, but Tweek made an odd sort of sense.

But that wasn't the point. Tweek wasn't the only one who had a few last-minute presents to wrap and put under the Christmas tree.

The blonde seemed to get the point because he smiled and went quietly and obediently up the stairs, taking his coffee with him.

Once Tweek was gone, Craig placed all his presents under the tree, and pulled out the last one – a coffee mug, the same size as the large mug Tweek had loved (before he dropped it), a dark grey-green like the colour of his favourite shirt and with the motto 'I Love Coffee' and a coffee-mug-in-a-love-heart icon. Tweek had seen the mug a few days ago and laughed, saying "That's totally my mug". So Craig had bought it.

After wrapping the mug and sticking a small (fake) bow on top, he quickly wrote the tag.

'To: My Tweekers

I know you'll like this one ;)

Love: Craig'

Craig nodded in approval, switched off the lights and followed Tweek upstairs.

XxXxX

Pip looked sympathetically at a rather moody Damien. Christmas wasn't his time of year.

"Why don't you go and lie down Dami? You look rather ill."

Damien did indeed look unwell; he was paler than usual and seemed to be shivering. The demon looked up at Pip, and his eyes had a dim red tint.

"Damn, I probably do. Fucking Christmas. Has that effect on me." He hissed. Pip smiled and sat down next to him, leaning his head on the noirette's shoulder. Their front room was barely decorated: a few lights in the window, and a small tree without decorations that Pip had promised the Antichrist he could burn as a gift with one small present underneath.

Damien had been refined to the house for just over a week; the town had gone all-out on Christmas (and Hanukah) decorations, and there were a lot more religious symbols than previous years. It seemed that since Damien had made his stay in South Park permanent, they had over-celebrated Christmas as much as possible to try and drive him out. The first time he'd stepped out of the house this year, he'd run straight back in with a yelp, knocking over Pip in the process.

Shit loads of Christmas had that effect on him.

Damien turned on the TV.

'Merry Christmas!'

Channel change.

'Christmas time, mistletoe and wine...'

Channel change.

'We wish you a- '

Damien huffed and switched the TV off again. Pip giggled slightly, but placed a kiss on Damien's cheek.

"I'm sorry that the world celebrates Christmas so much. I promise we'll have a huge party come June." The blonde smiled, trying to cheer up his boyfriend.

"Damn right we will." He chuckled, nuzzling into Pip's neck.

"Come on, let's go to our room and hide from Christmas. And I promise you get to kill Santa if he tries anything." Pip smiled, and Damien had to smile along with him. Just before he got to the top of the stairs, another present appeared beside the first one in a small burst of fire.

XxXxX

Butters giggled as Kenny danced around their living room to cheesy Christmas songs. He was pulling faces and doing rather 'inappropriate' dance moves directed at the smaller blonde, making said boy blush.

"Kenny, I'm pretty sure that not how you dance to 'Rocking 'Round The Christmas Tree'" he said.

"Nah, but my dance is way cooler." Kenny grinned. Butters rolled his eyes playfully.

"Come on Butters, come dance with me." The poorer teen prompted, and Butters hesitantly complied. Kenny grabbed his arms from behind, effectively pinning the smaller boy to his chest.

"Mwahaha." He chuckled. "I have you as my dancing hostage."

"What are you high on Kenny?" Butters teased.

"Christmas spirit." Kenny cackled. The next song came on; 'All I Want For Christmas'

"All I want for Christmas is you~" Kenny sang, deliberately making himself sound off-key.

"You need to sing better if you want any mistletoe put up in the morning." Butters giggled.

"Sing with me and I might." Kenny retorted, swinging them to the beat of the music.

"I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true~

All I want for Christmas is you~"

Butters smiled as they sang and freed himself from the now-in-tune boy's grip, dancing around him as Kenny tried to get a hold on him again. Eventually he got caught and laughed as he fell into his boyfriend's chest. He lent up to peck Kenny's lips.

"I see no mistletoe..." Kenny smiled, looking up.

"That one was free, for being a good singer." Butters giggled.

"Come on, it's late, time to get upstairs to bed and wait for Santa."

"As long as he comes here before going to Pip's." Butters grinned.

"Ahh Santa's invincible, you don't think he's been killed before?" Kenny laughed as the boys climbed to stairs to their room.

=X=

Merry Christmas!

I am so fucking happy because I got my laptop back after it broke (stupid backlight...) and had to go for repairs on Monday. I was dying of boredom without it, and all my stories I wrote since then are scribbled down in my big note-pad I bought specially for that reason, in my extremely scrappy handwriting. It's a miracle I can read my own writing cause I doubt anyone else can.

Umm, what to say... Oh yeah, I decided to just do my three favourite pairings, cause I didn't want to go all over South Park and think up different scenarios, and I dunno how you celebrate Hanukah so I can't really write Style... If you're lucky you may get some Gregstophe next time as an extra Christmas treat ;D

This will be a two parter; Christmas Eve and Christmas Day respectively. I hope you all get something nice and enjoy your holidays and don't get killed by a Christmas tree =D

Imma go nao. Byee.

~Jem~

Tiny Information Snippet:

The 666th word of this fic was 'damn'. Hehehe. And it was Damien saying it too. Oh yeah, WIN.

Anywho...