Disclaimer: I don't own MR or the Christmas carols

December 8.
3:09 pm.

Max stood in front of the assembled flock. "Okay, so guys, we'll be back in about three hours. Don't set anything on fire, don't explode something, watch out for sneaky salesmen, don't eat all the cookies, don't play Frisbee with the Dr. M's good china dishes, don't—" Iggy cut in. "We get the point, Max."

Max shrugged and grabbed Angel's coat from the hanger and helped her into it. Fang stood quietly, already dressed in his black coat, and twirling Dr. M's car keys on a finger. "Iggy, you're in charge. Please don't set the house on fire." Iggy laughed. "Sure, sure. Make sure you and Fang don't make any pit-stops on the way there." Max's face turned cherry red. Fang glared at Iggy, but obviously was wasted on the blind teenage boy.

"Whatever," Max mumbled. "Bye Max! Bye Fang! Bye Angel! Make sure you guy get the nicest tree! I want the tallest, largest , greenest, spikiest, freshest tree ever! Oh and can you guys stop by the coffee shop for donuts? Cuz I love donuts. Omigod you guys have to get donuts. And hot chocolate! With extra sugar and marshmallows and whipped cream and mmph—" Iggy slapped a hand over Nudge's mouth. "Bye guys!" Gazzy chirped. The rest of the Flock watched as Max, Fang, and Angel drove off in Dr. M's black Matrix.

"Okay. They're gone. What do you guys wanna do?" Iggy said, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "The house is alllll ours." Gazzy, Nudge and Iggy's face smiled deviously.

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Angel wriggled in her seat. "Max? When are we gonna get there?" Max looked back and gave her a brief smile. "We're almost there, sweetie."

Half an hour later…

"Fang! You were supposed to get off at the last exit!"

"You were supposed to remind me!"

"How am I supposed to remind you? You know I have bad map skills!"

"Well obviously! Your map is upside down!"

"Well it's not my fault you gave me the map wrong map!"

"Are you kidding me? This is a map for all of the United States! We live in Montana! (Originally, I thought they lived in Virginia. But I don't know where Max's mom lives….sooo, Montana it is!) You were supposed to get it! Instead you were too busy flirting with the cashier!"

"—! What! I wasn't flirting with the cashier!"

"Yeah right. 'Oh I must have forgot my gum at home. Oh, look, I only have a dollar! And gum costs $1.50. Oh my, whatever shall I do?' He practically gave you the gum and his number!"

"Oh my gosh. You're jealous! Just admit it!"

"I'm not jealous!"

"Fang—"

"MAX! FANG! STOP ARGUING!"

They were currently parked on the side of the highway and they had been yelling at each other for the past 10 minutes. Max and Fang looked back at Angel. "We're supposed to get a tree! It's Christmas! We're not supposed to argue!" Fang took a deep breath and Max glared at him before shaking her head. "You guys can sort this out later. But right now, I want to get there before all the trees are gone." There was a long pause of silence. Finally, Max spoke. "Angel's right. Let's just get there before it gets too dark." Fang pulled off the shoulder of the highway. They finally arrived, forty-five minutes later. Angel skipped ahead eagerly and smiling. Fang touched Max's hand. "Max…I'm sorry." She looked over at him. "Me too. Let's just pretend that it never happened?" He nodded and grabbed her hand. She warmed at the contact and squeezed his hand tighter. (MINI FAX :D)

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"This thing is sick! I can't believe we didn't think of this earlier!" exclaimed Gazzy. Iggy held up another bag of fake snow, grinning as he emptied it out. The living room was half way filled with snow; the hallways were filled up to their waists and it was the perfect prank. They'd found the XXL sized and get this-rainbow colored fake snow-bags in the basement and had schemed up the prank. Nudge was currently filling in Max and Fang's with vibrant day-glo pink snow and emptied out their closets and dyed them a matching pink with the remains of her special Bubblegum colored dye. Iggy and Gazzy tackled the main floor and were almost done. "They're going to freak," Iggy said, grinning as he dumped the last of the bags (the fake snow was super clingy to fabric and materials) into the combined piles of Max and Fang's clothes.

A couple minutes later

"Hey guys! We're home! We got a tree—" The front door opened and Iggy and Gazzy could hear literally hear her mouth drop open. "WHY ARE THERE MOUNDS OF FAKE SNOW EVERYWHERE! ARE THOSE MY CLOTHES? WHY ARE THEY PINK! IGGY! GAZZY! NUDGE!"

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December 23.
9:47 pm.

"Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Jingle all the wayyyyyyyy-" Fang winced, as Nudge and Gazzy's off-key singing wafted through the air, permeating through his closed door and into his room. The two of them had dug up an old book of Christmas carols and had proceeded to put on a concert for Angel, Iggy, and Max.

Fortunately, he had been spared; making an excuse that he had a headache. Yeah, it was a lame excuse. But who wants to sit on the old lumpy couch (that he swears has been there forever) and listen to off-key singing for two hours? Not him, that's for sure.

"Feliz Navidad…Feliz Navidad…..Prospero Año y Felicidad!" Gazzy belted out the words with a horrible Spanish accent. Fang groaned, stuffing his pillow over his face. At this rate, he'd definitely get a headache.

The singing abruptly halted and he sighed. Peace. At last. He was just dozing off when he heard loud tromping up the stairs. Uh oh...he thought. The door to his room was flung open, smacking into the wall hard enough to leave a dent and sent a pile of neatly stacked clothes from his closet come tumbling down.

"Fang! How are you? Is your headache gone? We wanted to cheer you up so we decided to bring the concert upstairs!" burbled Nudge. "Okay. So our next hit song is going to be-" she turned to look at Gazzy who was flipping through the pages.

Iggy and Angel crowded through the door into the minuscule space left in the room. Angel hopped up onto Fang's desk, wobbling precariously. "I'm going to be the dancer!" she exclaimed, practicing her pirouettes. She managed to knock off the lamp and his clock. "Ooops!" Angel cringed.

Iggy smirked at Fang. He turned to the rest of the Flock. "I told you guys that Fang was ready to watch your concert after his nap!" Fang growled at Iggy who snickered at him. Fang propped himself up on one elbow. "I was actually in the middle of my nap-"

Max appeared in the doorway and took one look at Fang, bundled in a blanket and surrounded by the rest of the Flock, then burst out laughing. She wormed her way through and plopped next to him. "They figured you didn't have a headache but they wanted to cheer you up anyways since you're always so gloomy at Christmas," Max whispered, her eyes sparkling.

Fang just shook his head but accepted defeat. "Okay. What song are you singing?" he asked, as he watched his family gather around him. Oh well. If you can't beat 'em join 'em, he thought as Nudge and Gazzy began their duet.

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December 24.
2:09pm.

Max bit her lip as she looked down at the charred remains of what lay in front of her. Fang stared at it, horror in his eyes. "What did you do?" he asked, awe struck. "I don't know!" Max bit her lip, wincing at the lumps of the burnt cookies. "I just put it in the oven and it…kind of…I dunno….burned?"

Fang shook his head. Iggy sauntered in, whistling cheerfully and holding a mug of hot chocolate. "Hey guys, heard some racket in here-" His voice trailed off as he placed his mug directly onto a pile of flour. "Why's there flour on the counter?" he asked cautiously. His nimble fingers trailed across the rest of the kitchen cupboards and shelves and when he turned around, his hand raised up there was a strange mixture stuck to his fingers.

He stuck one finger in his mouth and licked. "Flour….chocolate…salt? And….raw egg?" He spat it out. "Why is there flour and baking supplies all over my kitchen?" Max squirmed. Iggy sighed. "Max, did you try to bake?" Max fidgeted. Iggy wheeled to Fang, who was standing next to her. "Fang?" he asked. Fang smirked. "Yup. Wanna try a cookie?"

He held up a lump of the charred cookie. "No thanks. But stop trying to change the subject! You guys better clean up this mess before Dr. M and Ella gets back from their trip to that vet thingy . And no, I'm not bailing you out this time," Iggy said, grabbing for the tin can of pre-made cookies from the store and leaving. "Have fun kids!" he called back, grinning as Max and Fang shot him glares.

Fang turned to Max. "You gonna clean this up?" She shook her head. "Not by myself, I'm not. You're helping me." "What? Why?" Max grinned. "Cuz you're my boyfriend and you want to help me, don't you Fangie?" She stepped closer to Fang, making sure her hands brushed against the black t-shirt he wore and placed her lips directly next to his ear.

He fought back a shudder before groaning. He could smell chocolate and a hint of her minty Christmas body lotion that Nudge had bought for her a few days ago. Curse her, he thought before giving in and taking the scrub brush from her. Max grinned triumphantly. Mission accomplished…she thought as she walked out of the kitchen. "Hey! Wait! You're supposed to help me!" Fang called after her. "Nah. I've got better things to do," she grinned. Max darted away Fang close on her heels a scrub brush in hand, passing Gazzy who cried out as Max turned the corner and nearly slammed into him. He turned to a smirking Iggy. "I suppose Max was baking again?" Iggy nodded, grinning widely.

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December 25.
12:04 am.

"Santa's late, Max!" "Where is he? I want my presents!" "I hope I get that bomb building set…I really want to make this year's Fourth of July (OR JULY 1ST! :D GO CANADA) really special." Fang could hear the whines of the younger Flock members through the chimney. He shivered and tried pulling up the loose pants he was wearing.

Just one more minute, he thought. Then back to the warm fireplace, Max's arms, and hot chocolate! Finally, Max's head popped out through the window. "GO! Hurry up, they're getting impatient," she whispered. She gestured encouragingly at the chimney. "Couldn't I just come through the wind-" "No! They already know how he gets in!"

He sighed reluctantly as the window slammed shut, sending vibrations up the roof. Here goes, he thought. He hauled himself up into the chimney and looked down. The fire was small sending up small sparks, teasing him. It would be a miracle if he could get through Christmas without getting singed.

He grabbed his "sack" (really a backpack filled with presents) and inched his way downward. Puffs of soot rose as he clambered down. A puff went up his nose. He sneezed. There was dead silence before the squeals of the Flock began. "SANTA'S HERE!" Oh dang. He was about a foot above the flames and squeezing his eyes shut, he curled forward and hurtled through the opening of the fireplace and into the living room carpet.

"Santa!" They stared up at him. Gazzy was first to speak. "Why's your hair all blackish white?" The flour must have come off during the trip down the chimney. Dang! Now don't get ideas. Fang didn't let anyone touch his hair. Well, maybe except Max. Anyways. Fang looked at Max, the orchestrator of this whole thing. "Santa's learned about hair dye," she said. Fang resisted rolling his eyes. Really? That was the best she could do? Max shot him a glare then mimed opening a present.

"Hey there kids. How about some presents!" he said, wincing internally at his "Santa voice". Max nearly died laughing, she was doubled over at the waist. He pulled off the backpack when Angel peered at it and said," Where's your sack? I didn't know Santa had backpacks." Max composed herself and cut in. "Well, Santa found out about this new product and decided to use it." Angel nodded. "Oh…" she said thoughtfully.

Fang fought the urge to face-palm. He handed a bright fuchsia colored wrapped present to Nudge who eagerly opened it. "OMIGOSH! THE BRAND NEW TOTALLY ACCEPTABLE MOST POPULAR AND NEEDED HOT PINK SWEATER WITH RHINESTONES AND RIBBONS AND LACE AND SPARKLES AND SEQUINS AND OMIGOSH—THE MATCHING SHIRT AND JEANS!" screamed Nudge. She flung herself at "Santa". "Thank you!" She then retreated to the bathroom to try on her new outfit. Fang handed the next package to Iggy. He ripped it open and found….a complete package of bomb supplies. "Thanks 'Santa'!" He smirked.

Fang tried to hold on to his urge to pummel Iggy with his sack. He tossed a package to Gazzy who found his very own bomb tester and immediately ran off with Iggy to the kitchen for supplies. He turned to Angel. "Here you go, little girl." She reached for her present, tore it off and squealed when she found a brand new camera! "Thanks Fang." She frowned. "You should work on gaining a few pounds next year. You're a little flat." She smiled and skipped away.

Max laughed. Fang groaned and tore off his Santa hat and shook the flour out of his hair. "I told you this wouldn't work," he said. Max just grinned. She pulled off his silly red suit before smiling at him. "Where's my gift, Santa?" she said coyly, stepping closer to him. Fang grinned and pressed a soft kiss to her lips before stepping back. "Merry Christmas," he whispered, setting his Santa hat on her head. She smiled cheekily and he wished he had Angel's camera right then. She tugged him over to the fireplace, snuggling into his arms and they spent the rest of the night-well, more like morning in that position.

THE END! :D What do you guys think? I thought it was pretty good. Tell me what you thought! Please R&R!