Disclaimer: I own neither x-men evolution nor the 12 days of Christmas. Some other people managed to market these ideas before I could. sigh
Wanda yawned, stretching her arms out from under her castle of comforters and, as though bitten, quickly pulled them back inside. Why does it have to be so cold? Ah, the perks of living in a dilapidated boarding house with four guys and not enough money to pay the bills between them. She gave a silent curse, first towards her father whom she knew for a fact could pay the bills for them and then directed it toward Mystique for leaving them in the first place. It was December, and already, she knew, they'd have a white Christmas, not only outside the house but inside as well. Maybe the thermostat is just broken and needs to be fixed. There wasonly one way to find out.
Wanda readied herself as she bundled the blanket around herself and allowed her face to poke out –maybe it wouldn't be as bad as she though- and opened her eyes. "What the heck is that?" She threw her blanket aside, grabbed the offending object, and stormed downstairs: still in her pajamas, which she had once vowed the boys would never see. "TOAD!"
"What," he called back. She followed his voice into the living room and imperiously placed the object on the coffee table. "What is this," she demanded.
"Gee, I don't know," he said, examining it. "But, it appears to be The Partridge Family DVD in a …" he took hold of a dangling tag, "Miniature Pear Tree-said to bring riches to the owner." Toad looked at her, "Who gave you this anyways?"
"I…don't know," she deflated.
"Hey, look," he grabbed a small card out of the branches. Todd made a small 'ahem' noise in the back of his throat that sounded a bit more like a croak before beginning:
On the first of twelve before Christmas
I give this unto thee,
The Partridge Family in a Pear Tree
P.S. I would have given you the bird but it makes the most God-awful noise.
"Hm, looks like you've got yourself a secret admirer."
"Like you," she accused.
"Me?" Todd recoiled, "My love is certainly not a secret…whoever sent you this obviously doesn't know you're already taken, poopsie, or that you hate corny old shows." Todd then finally took in her pajamas and catalogued it away for later before saying, "I stand corrected."
"What?" She gave him a look daring him to disagree, " they're cute Bewitched pajamas. They've got a picture of her wiggling her nose and everything," she indicated the front of her shirt.
"Oh, I'm not saying they aren't cute. I mean, that miniature cape it has is simply to die for."
"Oh!" She hexed him across the room before grabbing her gift and leaving.