Hey everyone! I hope you guys have a happy Thanksgiving! I couldn't wait to start uploading the Christmas stories so I decided to start today. I should publish every other day until about two weeks until Christmas. Then, I'll be uploading everyday. Our first story begins with the Monkees. Enjoy and I only own Anna!
Description: It's Anna first Christmas in California- which means her first winter without snow. Trying to make her feel welcome (and win her heart) Mick buys a snow machine from a shifty thrift store owner. Things go wrong when the machine breaks and a snow storm occurs- in the Monkees Pad. Can the five survive being snowed in, or will there be Arctic Monkees?
December was meant as a cheery time of the year. Especially for The Monkees- a band that woke up Christmas morning acting like a bunch of little kids. They absolutely loved the holiday season, and it would be even more exciting. This year, Anna (Peter's little sister who was a spy) would be celebrating with the boys for the first time. It would also be her first Christmas in California.
"Are you excited for your first Christmas here?" Peter asked as they decorated the inside of the pad.
"Oh yes!" Anna exclaimed,wrapping lights around the post of the stairs," I just adore Christmas. I remember, when were kids, you asked Aunt Carol why she made you such an ugly sweater. Mom was laughing the minute Aunt Carol walked out the door. You had the courage to say what we were all the time Great Grandmother Ethel thought you were a girl and bought you that Christmas dress. Dad made you try it on so you wouldn't hurt her feelings. I wish I had a picture ".
The guys got a good laugh out of that. The girl talked on and on about the Christmases of the past. Of presents, and family, and decorations. And (of course) of snow.
"Last Christmas," she told," it snowed so beautifully, and there was an excessive amount. I could barely see the White House! I can never get enough of snow. How pretty it is when dancing in the sky, how calming it is and how cold it feels- it gives you a feeling of- being alive.".
"Well, don't get your hopes up," Mike chuckled, returning her to the real world," We haven't had snow yet.".
"I know," she admitted softly," It'll be my first christmas without snow.".
Anna had sounded slightly disappointed. Peter made her forget by helping her put up the Christmas tree. It got Micky into a spiral of thoughts. He had yet to get Miss Tork a Christmas gift, as he had wanted it to be extra special. What would she want? What would make her smile? What would get Anna to be his?
-"I'm sure you'll find a gift when we go shopping tomorrow," Davy reassured Micky later that night.
"I don't know, man," Micky sighed, staring at the bedroom ceiling,"You know just how much Anna means to me.".
"Course I do!" Davy exclaimed," You've been trying to win her heart ever since she decided to stay in California. Look, i'm an expert on girls. If you want her, you have to show her something groovy- something that will impress her.".
Well, there was a lot of things Anna could want or be impressed. The new Beatles record, jewelery, her paycheck. Snow- that was it! Somehow, MIcky thought to himself all night, he would bring a winter wonderland to her. Even if he had to climb mountains, swim seas and fight beasts just to get her snow. The next morning (much to Peter's surprise) Micky had been frantically eating a bowl of cereal, drenching it with orange juice.
"It must be the end of the world," Peter joked, sitting down," Micky? Up before me? What a rare sight!"
"I know, I know," the Dolenz boy went on." I'm just excited to go shopping.".
"Since when?"
"Since now.".
Peter simply shrugged. It didn't seem too weird- considering everyone loved Christmas shopping. It was one of their favorite days of the year. And (with a new addition) there would be even more things to buy. With what little money he had, Mick spent the day searching for great gifts. However, he couldn't find one for Anna. He knew it had to be perfect and snow related, but nothing fit the description.
"Well," MIcky sighed aloud,"there isn't a single place that has the world's greatest gift. Guess i'll have to settle for less.".
"What about that place?" MIke questioned, pointing to the thrift store.
Micky was having several doubts as soon as laid eyes on the shop. There was no way you could find a great gift there! But, since it was the only shop left, and he was losing hope, the Dolenz boy decided to give it a try.
He entered the shop slowly. Antiques of all sorts were scattered, never having a significant place. Golds and silvers and bronzes glinted underneath the dim lighting. It creeped him out, but Micky was determined to find the gift.
"What do you seek?" An ancient voice bellowed, scaring the Monkee.
"Don't do that," he huffed.
The voice belonged to an older gentleman. He was a short, fat old man with greying hairs and wrinkles. He patted his bushy beard, dark eyes watching Micky carefully.
"You need a gift," the man questioned," It's for a girl, isn't it, Micky?".
"How you know my name?" the Monkee asked.
"It's in the script.".
Micky explained his unfortunate dilemma, thoroughly going to ever detail. The man thought long and hard as he listened. At the end, he had a smile on. One that gave the Monkee hope. The man went to the back and returned with three items. One was covered with a sheet and half the size of a radiator, one was a ball of metal and the other was a ring.
"This," he displayed the ring," is the key to love. You slip this on her finger, and she'll instantly fall in love with the first person she sees!".
Although it sounded nice, the Dolenz boy didn't believe it would work. And if it did, it would be risky if Micky wasn't the first person she saw. The man picked up the metal ball.
"This ball is amazing," he told, pressing the top button to reveal several different gadgets," It can screw in screws and cut your grass and unlock your doors.".
"Oooo!" Micky exclaimed," But I don't think she needs that.".
The man hoped his last contraption would please the boy. He lifted the cover to reveal a black box. There was a slot in the back and a bigger opening in the front. The man placed a few ice cubes into the slot. The machine shook, making odd noises. Without another noise or movement, snowflakes came fluttering.
'Wow!" Micky shouted,"That's amazing!".
"Of course it is!" the man laughed," Otherwise, you wouldn't be here anymore. Look, i'll make you an offer no one has ever refused. I'll give you this wonderful device for twenty dollars.".
It didn't seem like much of a deal. Yet, Micky had high hopes and little cash. With a shake of his hand, the Dolenz boy threw the sheet over the box and went on his way. Before he could go, the man stopped him.
"Only put a few ice cubes at a time," the man warned.
"Sure," Micky proceeded, too excited about finding a gift to care," Oh man, I can't wait to see the look on Anna's face.".
As he went off, the man smiled to himself. Another success day in business. Another long-haired weirdo in love, another item sold, another step to domination. Hey, at least he could pay the bills.
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