Dedication – to anyone who has amazing friends and family to spend Christmas with. Also, double-y dedicated to anyone who's dedicated to fanfiction enough that they go on it on Christmas day
A/N - Okay, long story short, I don't like writing fluff, well, I like it, I just can't do it. I'm better at writing angst but its xmas and Boosh deserve at least a few fluffy days a year. So here's me Boosh xmas fic I hope its good enough! Please R&R
Disclaimer – not mine… unfortunately. Neither is the poem the night before Christmas,. Which was the storyline for my fic.
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
two people were talking, in tones not to rouse,
their landlord and friend, who was asleep with care,
in hopes that St. Nicolas soon would be there.'
"Howard?"
"Yeah, Vince?"
"What do you think Santa'll bring me?"
"I honestly don't know, Vince."
'The clock chimed midnight, startling the pair,
and they felt sure they heard something fly through the air,
Vince held Howard's hand, in excitement and fright,
thinking maybe St. Nicolas was here tonight.'
"What was that? Is he here?"
"Vince, you're old enough to know that Santa doesn't really exist."
"WHAT?!?!"
"You knew that… right?"
"NO!"
'Upon the roof, there was a smash and a sigh,
as the sleigh and the reindeer fell out of the sky,
St. Nick got out, and grabbed his sack,
remembering the time he fixed Christmas for Jack.'
"Oh…my…God! That has to be Santa… right? Is it Santa?"
"Vince, he doesn't leave presents if you're not asleep in bed. Go, go, go."
'Vince scurried and scrambled to his room,
and shut his eyes before seeing the moon,
the moon that needed glasses, to affect his sight,
but could easily see that Christmas would turn out right'
Vince could hear the noises from the next room, as Father Christmas put the presents under the tree. His big blue eyes opened, in spite of themselves and glanced over at Howard's bed. Howard's small brown eyes were staring right back at Vince. He winked as they heard Santa leaving the next room
'He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
and away they all flew like the down of a thistle,
but I heard him exclaim, when he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"'