So my first story in this fandom was Xiaolin Halloween, and I really wanted to do something similar for Christmas. But, I'm knee deep in The Xiaolin Chronicles at the moment, so instead of writing a multi-chapter story, I bring to you the 11 days of Christmas! 11 different stories of how the monks deal with Christmas time traditions, all leading up to Christmas day! I hope you guys will like this, and Merry Christmas! n_n
"Excuse me, good sir, where may we find the fifty foot Christmas trees?"
The lot manager looked up over his magazine at the bald kid, chewing on his toothpick apathetically. His eyes darted up to the boy's entourage, a variety of odd looking people varying from a girl with pink hair to a boy wearing a cowboy costume. Looking back down, he snorts and goes back to his magazine. "Alaska."
"Sorry, to be more specific, where may I be able to find the fifty foot Christmas trees at this farm?"
The manager looks up again, a snide remark on the tip of his tongue.
Clay puts his hand on Omi's shoulder. "Thank you kindly, but we'll just find something on our own. Come on, Omi…" He quickly steers the dragon of water out of the trailer, Raimundo and Kimiko close behind him.
"But Clay, these other trees are clearly not the height we require," Omi says once they are out of earshot. He gestures towards the nearest pine tree. "This one will not even come close to the appropriate size for the meditation hall."
"Well maybe we could find something appropriate for the kitchen?" Kimiko offers.
"Oh, Kimiko, what a ridiculous idea! Only a female would want the Christmas tree to go in the kitchen!"
"Omi…"
"Come on guys, it's Christmas! Let's at least pretend we get along!" Raimundo says cheerily, trying to preserve the enthusiasm in taking the trip to the tree farm in the first place. This was the monks' first Christmas at the temple, and they were already off to a bad start.
Kimiko crossed her arms, but pulled a genuine smile. "Fine, I'll be civil."
"Omi?"
"I promise to not commemorate Kimiko on her odd female tendencies."
"So!" Raimundo grabbed Kimiko by the hand before she could react and brought her over to the closest tree. "How about this one? It looks like a good one for us!"
"I like it!" Clay chimed in, reaching out and feeling the tree's needles. "It feels mighty soft for a pine tree."
Kimiko subtly placed her hand on the tree and felt its needles. Trying not to sound too pleased, she nodded her head. "I think it would look really pretty with some decorations."
"Kimiko, just because you are a girl does not mean everything around you must be pretty."
The Japanese girl's eyes filled with rage, but before she could even get a word out, the Christmas tree is spontaneously consumed by a fiery inferno from her palm.
As soon as the fire lights, the farm manager tumbles out of his trailer, looking like he's only just recovering from a nap. He picks himself up, fire extinguisher in hand, and sprints towards the four teens and the blazing Christmas tree. He quickly douses the flames, emptying its entire contents on the almost ten foot evergreen.
Covered in foam and red in the face, he turns to the dragons. "What…" is all he can choke out.
Omi smiles sheepishly. "Where may we find your flame-retardant Christmas trees?"
A vein looked like it was about to pop on the manager's forehead. "GET OFF OF MY FARM!"
