A VERY RANGER CHRISTMAS

AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER

My version of "I'm Dreaming Of A White Ranger". Power Rangers belongs to Haim Saban and Nickelodeon. I only own the subplots and characters you don't recognize. And I know Carol Danvers is the real name of Ms. Marvel from X-Men which belongs to DC Comics, but that was completely unintentional.

All over Angel Grove, kids were waking up in their beds and then racing to their living rooms where they met their parents and then eagerly tore into their presents. In his own house, Jason watched with some amusement as his younger cousin, Jeremy, unwrapped one of his gifts. The boy eagerly ripped the paper off of his gift and then he broke out into a happy grin.

"A Bo Staff! All right!" he celebrated. Then, "Hey Jase, would you teach me how to use this?"

"Later," he promised. "Open up some of your other gifts," he continued. Jeremy made a face but did as he was told.

"I remember someone else who got excited when he got a Bo Staff," Ryan Scott said, slinging an arm around Jason' shoulder.

"Oh, Dad," Jason stated with a roll of his eyes. Ryan laughed and clapped his son on the back of his shoulder.

"And as I recall, he started using it right away and broke a lamp," Tracey Scott added with a small laugh.

"Mom!" Jason exclaimed. I don't believe this! he thought good-naturedly.

"You broke a lamp?" Jeremy queried, turning to Jason. Jason's always so careful when it comes to martial arts. I can't see him being reckless, he thought.

"I was eight," Jason responded.

"Yes, and I still fail to understand why you would give such a dangerous weapon to a young boy," one of his aunts, Carol Danvers, spoke up.

"Oh, for Pete's sake, let's not get into that again," Ryan sighed.

"I'm just saying-" Carol began.

"Let it go, Dear," her husband, Peter, interrupted. The woman huffed, but fell silent. Then, she was handed a present and proceeded to open it. Jason was also handed a gift and he opened it.

"Ooooh. Chuck Norris movie," he said appreciatively. Awesome! he thought. At Rocky's house, the DeSantos family was also opening gifts, though there was a lot more noise. Hearing pounding feet, Rocky turned his head to see his thirteen-year old sister Rosa chasing after their ten-year old brother, Pedro.

"Oye! Ten Cuidado!" he shouted in warning. When they ignored him, Rocky blew out a breath and stood up. Mom and dad don't need this, he thought to himself. He went to go after them when his mother grabbed his wrist.

"Gracias, Ricardo. I've got it," Carmen told him.

"Are you sure? You and Dad have been working hard, and you should relax," Rocky answered.

"Your mother's right, Rocky. We can handle it," his father, Miguel, agreed. Carmen then went off to intercept Rosa and Pedro.

"Miguel, why do you insist on calling him by his nickname? It doesn't even make sense," Miguel's brother, Hector, stated in Spanish.

"We call him "Rocky" because he's got such a hard head," Rocky's older brother, Alejandro, answered in Spanish seriously.

"Alex!" Rocky protested and everyone laughed. In the Kwan house, Kimberly and Trini were also opening gifts. Kimberly opened a box and gasped when she saw the pink blouse with green and white stripes and blue jeans that were adorned with .

"Oh, it was the outfit I was looking at last month!" she gasped. "Thank you so much you guys."

"It's not a problem, Kimberly," Ioki Kwan answered.

"Yes, we know that you usually spend Christmas with your mother, and we wanted you to know that we're here for you," May Ling added.

"Yeah, it has been kind of weird. I mean, it's the first Christmas I've ever spent without my mom," Kimberly said, looking down. Trini reached over and hugged her friend. Up on the moon, Zedd looked down on Angel Grove.

"So…everyone's all nice and merry, are they?" he asked. "Well, they won't be for long. Once my own toys are opened, all of the world will be mine and Rita's and there's not a thing the Rangers or anyone will be able to do to stop us," he continued. Ah, yes. What a delightfully wicked gift for Rita, he thought to himself. Rita would be so pleased that the world was finally theirs. And placing a spell on the parents so that they always thought the presents had been in their homes was a stroke of genius. He laughed sinisterly.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I don't know whether or not Vietnamese Americans would celebrate Christmas, and if you don't, I apologize if I offended anyone, which is not my intention. I just felt that the Kwans would've tried to make things as normal for Kimberly as possible during the holidays.