HELLO! THIS IS DEDICATED TO DatCrownedProblemSolver. THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO HER STORY CALLED- Family Matters, Especially the Souls of the Family. OK! I OWN NO KIRBY CHARACTERS. THE THEME OF THE WHOLE FIC BELONGS TO DatCrownedProblemSolver. THE FIC BELONGS TO ME! DON'T FORGET! CREDIT TO DatCrownedProblemSolver!

Twas a Christmas day at the Soul house, a pelican flew across the azure sky a small package held tight in it's mouth. "Ah so that's the house." It said through clenched teeth (Well if he had any) as it dropped the bag down the chimney.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS ZERO!" Screamed one of the dark matter children shoving a wrapped box into 02's face.

02 just stared at the box, shoved in his face with Hello Kitty wrapper. "What makes you think I celebrate this meaningless holiday?" He asked knocking the child away.

Marx Soul was gnawing on a bone in the corner. "The kid just wants teh make you happy."

"In case you have forgoten I can't feel any positive emotions you imbecile."

Magolor Soul hovered past the fire place and a bag in the ashes of the fireplace caught his eye. He bent down and picked it up. "What this?"

" It's a bag." 02 was getting annoyed by all the 'fools' here.

"No, I know it's a bag. I'm just saying 'what is in it' and 'why was it in the fireplace'.

"SANTA WAS HERE!" Yelled the dark matter that had stuffed a present in 02's face.

"SANTAAAA!" Exclaimed the rest of the dark matter children.

"It is not even Christmas Eve anymore." 02 muttered as he floated away from the commotion.

A small whine was heard.

"Now where did that come from?" Magolor Soul said.

Marx Soul tossed his bone to the side. "Seems like it came from that bag."

Ilana, one of the dark matters came over to Magolor Souls side. "I think it's a baby."

Magolor Soul's expression became shock as he heard the word 'baby'. Quickly he opened the package. Inside the package was a small ball. It looked like a mini version of Marx Soul.

"A Marxie-baby!" Exclaimed the two.

"It's mine!" Yelled Ilana lunging towards the baby in Magolor Soul's hands.

Magolor Soul held the 'Marxie-baby' close. "Oh no you don't!"

Now it was Marx's turn to stare. He stared at them watching them argue over who gets the 'Marxie-baby'.

Ilana flew over quickly. "The Marxie-baby is mine!"

Magolor Soul darted away. "No!"

The two fuded until a pelican flew through the window. "Oh. Sorry that baby isn't yours I ended up on the wrong planet."

Ilana and Magolor Soul looked at the pelican.

"Ah, so you like my look?" He ruffled his feathers. "Anyways I will be taking the baby back." He took the bag with the baby into his beak and flew off.

Magolor Soul stared blankly even though nothing was there. Without any warning he stamped his foot causing the house to tremble. "SNAP!"

Downstairs in the little art room Drawcia Soul was flying everywhere grabbing falling art supplies and jars of paint. " Why do I have such bad luck!?"

AND THAT IS ALL! POOR MAGGIE! HIS HOPES WHERE RAISED SO HIGH! MEAN PELICAN WITH NO SCENCE OF DIRECTION!