Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or "The Twelve Days of Christmas" song or 's lovely definition. That is my Christmas wish to get Star Wars, though… (hint, hint).
Random Person: Not gonna happen!
Me: Be quiet, Dream Killer!
Author's Note: Okay, I'm doing this cause I'm bored and need something to do. Enjoy my Christmas countdown.
Chapter 1: A Partridge in a Pear Tree
It was a sleepy morning for Anakin. All he wanted was to rest. Alas, all hope of such a thing was shattered at the sound of his padawan's voice as she skipped down the hall singing loudly.
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!" She sung happily as she knocked on his door.
"Go away!" He yelled.
"But, master." She whined, "It's the first day of Christmas!"
"What's that?" He moaned.
"Did you even read any of the information about Mandalore?" She groaned.
"No."
"Neither did I." She admitted, "Satine told me."
"Ahsoka, are you coming to a point?"
"Got it," She sung, throwing open the door.
"How-"
"I force-suggested the lock," She smiled.
"Well, are you coming to a point?"
"Get up!" She yelled, "Come on, you've gotta help!"
"Help what?" He groaned.
She pouted, "You gotta help decorate. Then you have to find a pear tree."
"A what now?"
"A pear tree and a partridge to put in the tree."
"What's a partridge?
"A partridge is any of several Old World gallinaceous game birds of the subfamily Perdicinae."
"Where'd you find that?"
"A dictionary," She said.
"Did it help you understand what it is at all?"
"Not really!" Ahsoka smiled, "Now come on!"
"Why do I have to find a bird and put it in a tree?"
"Have you never heard the song "The Twelve Days of Christmas"?"
"No,"
"Me neither til this morning. It goes like this: On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, a partridge in a pear tree. On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree."
"What's this songs obsession with true loves and birds? By the end of the holiday the poor ladies would have at least twelve trees."
"You just get the add-on!" She pouted, "Come on, get into the holiday spirit!"
"It's not my holiday."
"You're such a sour-puss." Ahsoka said, "Even Master Kenobi's doing it."
"This is Mandalore, we're protecting Satine, of course he is doing it."
"What?"
"He'd kill me."
"Okay, well come on."
"No, Ahsoka, I'm tired."
"Fine, okay, Padme, let's go back to the throne room."
"No luck, Ahsoka?" Padme's voice called.
"No, he's too lazy."
"Okay. Let's go."
"Wait, Padme? When did you get here?"
"Last night," She said, standing in the doorway as she waited for Ahsoka, "Come on, Soka. We need to get back to the throne room and help."
"Ah, I wanted Master Kenobi to try to put up the tree by himself."
"Ahsoka," Padme warned.
"Sorry." Ahsoka said, "Did you get a tree yet?"
Padme seemed to know about Christmas because she looked down and shook her head, "I doubt I will."
"I bet you will!"
"I doubt it."
"Ah, come on, Padme! Half of Satine's staff are boys; someone will get you all this stuff."
"Thanks, Soka. Now come on. We have to help Obi-Wan put up the tree."
"Right-eo! See you later, Master!"
A/N: Okay, well that was informational. Remember a partridge is and I quote "any of several Old World gallinaceous game birds of the subfamily Perdicinae". Once again, I do not own Star Wars, , or "The Twelve Days of Christmas" song.