Trixie's note: I, the Great and Powerful Trixie have written the greatest Christmas story ever! Praise it and its brilliance!

A/N: ((Please don't take this seriously. It's just a joke.))


I'm Dreaming Of A Trixie Christmas

It was Christmas Eve. Trixie sat Trixie Trixie, sipping Trixie eggnog.

She looked at the Trixie Trixie hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Trixie had hung it there, just before they looked at each other Trixie and then fell into each other's arms and Trixie each other's Trixie.

If only I hadn't been so Trixie, Trixie thought, pouring a Trixie amount of rum into her eggnog. Then Trixie might not have got so Trixie and left me all alone at Christmas time. She wiped away a Trixie tear and held her Trixie in her hand.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a Trixie voice lifted Trixie up in song.

I'm dreaming of a Trixie Christmas

Just Trixie

Trixie ran to the door. It was Trixie, looking Trixie all over with snow.

"I missed you Trixie," Trixie said. "And I wanted to Trixie your Trixie again."

Trixie hugged Trixie and started to sob.

"I think you're drunk," Trixie said.

"I think so too," Trixie said and they Trixie each other's Trixie until they knocked the Christmas tree over.

On Christmas Day, they ate roasted Trixie Trixie and lived Trixie until Trixie got drunk again.