Chapter 1: Decorations, snow, and cookies

It was snowing in South Park, as usual. In the evening on December 10, Ms. Cartman was putting up Christmas decorations, as Eric Cartman sat on the couch watching TV.

"Eric, do you think you can give mommy a hand?" Ms. Cartman asked in a sweet voice.

But he just ignored her. "Haha! I love this show."

"Eric, sweety!"

"What?" Eric asked angrily with a glare.

"Mommy needs help."

"No you don't. You're doing fine. Just continue to be the mommy I love."

"Eric, cold you please hand me the tape?"

The fat nine year sighed, and got off the sofa to grab the tape. He then handed it to his mother, who was standing on a stool, holding up the Christmas lights she was trying to keep up. "Thank you, Eric."

"Mom, don't you have better things to do?"

"What do you mean honey?" She continued to tape the lights up.

"Don't you think you should be out Christmas shopping?"

Ms. Cartman then knew what he was up to. "Ohhh..well honey, it's kind of late right now."

"It's only 6:00."

"I know. But I kind of wanna get this done. I'll then go to the store tomorrow."

Eric sighed.

Ms. Cartman then came down and stepped down to her son's height. "How about if we make Christmas cookies together. We can make it however you want."

"Alright. But then when you go Christmas shopping, don't forget the toy catalog. You might get the idea of everything that is circled."

"Alright." Ms. Cartman walked past her son, and went into the kitchen.

Eric looked out the window, and saw that it was snowing. "It's snowing!" He ran to the door, and went out the house, playing in his yard. "It's snowing! It's snowing!"

"Eric."

Eric turned to his mother who was standing at the door.

"Please come in, and help me make cookies."

"But moooom, I wanna play outside."

"It's getting late, honey."

"But today was my last day of school. It's not Christmas break!"

"I know honey. But it's getting cold out. Come in, and we'll make cookies. Then we can watch a movie."

He sighed. "Fine." He walked in the house and Ms. Cartman closed the door.

After Ms. Cartman put the cookies in the oven, Eric started to lick the spoon. "Yummy. I'm so glad we put hershey bars, marshmallows, chocolate ships, chocolate syrup, fudge, and M&Ms in it. These are going to be the best Christmas cookies ever!"

After the cookies were done, Eric and his mother sat at the sofa and watched Christmas cartoons while eating the cookies. "I have a question mom," Eric said.

"Yes sweety."

"How does Rudolph's nose get red?"

"It was just like that, poopsikins."

"But how is it possible? How did it turn up like that?"

"Well, he was just born with it."

"But how?"

"Sometimes, people are just born with strange features."

"How many?"

"I don't know, Eric."

"Well, they must be really stupid then."

"Oh Eric. It doesn't mean they're stupid. It just means they're different. And sometimes, that's a good thing. Rudolph's nose helped Santa find his way. He was very special."

Eric started to grow uninterested of the subject, and decided to change it. "So what time are you going shopping tomorrow, mom?"

Ok, I know much didn't happen. But it was just a start of the story. So far my Monsters, Inc story nobody has reviewed, and I feel kind of lonely. So I'm taking a break on that, and moving on to this. Please review!