Christmas Day
Francis, Ivan and Mathieu were all looking forward to the next day, which was Christmas. It was going to be their first Christmas together, and they were hungrily anticipating the Christmas meal that was cooking in the oven. There were maple cinnamon rolls, sparkling cider, sugary cookies, and toasty buns. And yes, the cider WAS cooking in the oven, too. Whilst Mathieu and Ivan were working hard on the Christmas meal, Francis was beginning to roll on the carpet yelling, "Mon cher! I want my meal now!"
"Be patient or come help, lest I play a game of Russian roulette with you!" said Ivan with sweetly with a purple haze around his head.
"Oh maple, Ivan… It's Christmas, eh? Let's be courteous. Papa, could you put on some music if you aren't going to come and help?" called Mathieu with a soft voice from the kitchen.
"Non, mon cher, I will sit in front of this lovely fire and warm my bum." sleepily stated Francis.
"You had better get up, or I'll come over there and crumple you up and throw you outside into the snow." Ivan said maliciously.
"M-maple Ivan! Honestly…" Mathieu said as he reached into a box under the counter. "Let's all play bells together, eh?" he exclaimed as he pulled the bells out of the box and began to shake them. "Join in everyone! Let's go fly in Toris's Santa sleigh together!"
"I call the seat between Mathieu and you, Ivan," Francis said with wink in Mathieu's direction.
"That sounds like an excellent idea, da?" said Ivan with a smile.
Then they all pranced off to join Toris and Bernard in the Christmas festivities with their bells and cookies cause it was fun; Gilbert was there too. They all had lots of fun at the party, especially since Gilbert was there to bring his awesomeness. Everybody had a good time ad they lived christmasly ever after.
