A/N Ha! Finished it on time! xP Well, here's my Christmas fic special! Super fluffy. Possible Collie/Genta, Genta/Riff, Collie/Frank, Collie/Riff, Genta/Frank, and MAYBE Frank/Riff. It… makes sense in context? PLEASE REVIEW IF YOU READ! THANKS! :D (oh yeah, and no editor, like usual)
'Twas the day before Christmas, and at the Frankenstein Place,
Columbia prepared to spend the day with her friends from space.
As Riff Raff and Frank went out for a tree,
Anticipation grew within the excited groupie.
Magenta stood in the doorway, staring into the living room. Or, what used to be the living room. Columbia had somehow managed to move all of the furniture into the closet, so that everything was just… empty. The domestic folded her arms. "Columbia, what are you doing?" she snapped in her thick Transylvanian accent. The groupie turned in shock, staring at the domestic, obviously oblivious to the fact that she was there.
"Oh, just… making way for the tree." Columbia's eyes seemed to sparkle as she said it. Magenta stared at her blankly. "Ya know, the Christmas tree! Riff Raff and Frank are out getting it now!"
Magenta blinked her dark green eyes, unable to find a way to reply to this. Finally, she ended up asking, "Why are we putting a tree in the living room?" She walked over to the huge empty spot and stared at the grinning girl. The groupie clapped her hands with excitement.
"It's Christmas, 'Genta! Christmas eve! Christmas isn't Christmas without the tree!"
Once again the domestic found herself completely lost. "…Christmas? What is Christmas?" She put her hands on her hips. Columbia gasped when she heard this question, and for a second looked as if she had no way to reply. The idea of anyone not knowing what Christmas is was one of the most terrifying thoughts she had ever heard.
"What's Christmas?" Columbia repeated the question in a tone of shock. "How do you not know what Christmas is?"
Shrugging, Magenta carelessly replied, "Well, Transsexual doesn't do anything like that. I mean, there are hardly even any trees. The only earthling holiday we're really into is Halloween. Besides that… well… Christmas doesn't mean anything to me." She shrugged once more. "So why are we putting a tree in the living room?"
Columbia growled in aggravation. "Because. It's. Christmas." She paused. "Christmas. It's a holiday in December. We put up lights and trees and we make fires and we drink hot chocolate and Santa comes at night with his flying reindeer and we all give each other presents and wish each other 'Merry Christmas and Happy New Year' and we sing Christmas Carols! It's the bestest time of the whole year!" The groupie's eyes sparkled brighter than the sequins she wore. Magenta folded her arms, a look of disbelief on her face.
"So… basically, everyone acts super cheerful and lovey-dovey and then they give each other stuff? Sounds worse than Thanksgiving." the domestic sneered. Columbia looked truly hurt by this comment. She shook her head furiously. Magenta continued, "And who's Santa? And… did you say something about reindeer? That fly?" Magenta, who was something of an Earth-animal expert, did not find this exactly believable.
The groupie nodded. "Yeah, it's tradition. Santa is a guy that flies around in a sleigh pulled by flying reindeer. He comes to children's houses while they sleep and gives them presents and stuff. Then he's gone the next morning. It's what makes every child's Christmas so magical!" She clapped her hands. Suddenly, she looked slightly annoyed. "I wonder where Frankie is? He and Riff should have gotten the tree by now…"
Magenta shook her head. "Look, reindeer don't fly. And neither to sleighs. And no man is going to come to people's house to give them presents."
The groupie stomped her foot. "Yes he does, 'Genta! He comes down the chimney, eats the cookies that they've left out for him, and gives them presents! It's true! It really is! You just don't… I dunno. You didn't grow up with it or something, so you don't know what it is. But it's true. Christmas is the best holiday in the world."
Magenta opened her mouth to reply when the door burst open and Frank walked in. "Hello, everyone, I am here!" he declared, walking over to Columbia and kissing her on the cheek. She blushed, giggling slightly. Suddenly, however, she remembered something. "Where's the tree, Frankie? And… where's Riff Raff?"
"HERE!" called a voice from the front of the castle. He sounded very strained. Magenta looked rather worried, and ran out of the room. Columbia and Frank followed. They found Riff Raff, trying to carry an eight foot tree on his own. He glared at Frank, who smirked slightly. "Don't you think you could have helped a little bit, Master?" he snapped at the prince.
Frank shrugged. "Sorry, Riff, but I don't do that sort of stuff. That's handyman work. I'm just here to look good." He looked up, as if expecting everyone in the room to stare at him with awe. When no one said a thing, he turned to his groupie for support. "Isn't that right, Columbia?" Even though he was smiling, there was a definite threat in his eyes. The groupie nodded furiously. Magenta cackled. Riff Raff finally gave up and dropped the tree.
"We can't put that in the living room." Magenta stated flatly, looking like she wanted to change the subject. "I say we put it in the ballroom instead. It'll be a lot easier to set up. Bigger space." Columbia, relieved to see Magenta actually helping, nodded in agreement. Frank turned towards the ballroom.
"Let's go!" he called, walking away. Columbia rolled her eyes, and she and Magenta helped Riff Raff carry the tree into the room. They set it down right in the center, and Columbia stared at it with a glimmer in her eyes Magenta had never seen before.
"Oh, it's perfect!" the groupie cried, hugging the domestic. Magenta growled and pushed her off, walking over to Riff Raff as if expecting him to protect her. Frank nodded.
"Yes, I believe it is." Frank agreed as he put his arm around Columbia, who blushed furiously. The prince then turned to Riff Raff. "See, Riff, I told you! I pick out the best trees! Columbia said so herself." He grinned in a triumphant manner.
Magenta scowled. "Columbia NEVER said you pick out the best trees. She just said that it was good. Quite being like that." There was a long pause, and everyone stared at her. "Er… Master." she added. Frank walked up to the tree and began inspecting it.
"It looks so plain…" he sighed, pulling on a branch and eying the tree up and down.
Columbia nodded. "Well, it's plain now. But remember how I went shopping the other day? I got all sorts of ornaments and lights and candy canes to put up! Oh, when we're done, I bet it will be amazing!" She clapped her hands. Frank and Riff Raff exchanged glances, and the looks on their faces told each other that the idea of hanging things on a giant tree was not how they planned to spend the evening. However, when Frank saw the sparkle in his groupie's eyes, he couldn't help but nod.
"Okay, Columbia, go get the ornaments and lights and candy canes." he told her. Columbia smiled at him as he continued. "We'll make this the best Christmas tree ever!" The groupie actually squealed with joy at this statement, and ran out of the room. Magenta watched with confusion. She did not understand it at all. She did not understand what made Christmas mean so much to the groupie.
Poor Magenta did not understand the reason,
For cheerful celebrations and holiday seasons.
So as the others all planned for Christmassy fun,
The domestic felt her sanity coming undone.
