Hey. This is my first time doing this so please give feedback. There might be a few spelling mistakes here and there but I'll try to catch them out before I upload them. If there is anything I need to change, please tell me. It was a bit of fun and I hope you enjoy. P.S, I know it's not Christmas, just role with it!

Chapter 1. Wario was dead

Wario was dead see. Waluigi knew he was dead of course. Wario and Waluigi worked together in an accounting house, taking money from the poor while not caring one bit for them. They loved their job and believe that money made the world go round. However 7 years ago, Wario died suddenly. No one knew how he died, not even Waluigi. While everyone talked about the death for quite some time, Waluigi didn't care. He went on with it work, not skipping a day, not even holidays. Easter, Summer, Halloween etc. But there was one Holiday that Waluigi hated the most. That was Christmas. Christmas to him was a waste of time and money. So on this Christmas story, we are going to look on an event that changed his opinion on Christmas upside down. To do this, we must go to 7 years after his partner died.

"YOUR LATE LUIGI!"Waluigi shouted at his worker.

"Sorry Sir, I was too busy buying gifts and food for tomorrow. As you know, tomorrow is Christmas." Luigi stated coming in the door, colder than an ice cube.

"Christmas?! BA HUMBUG! Christmas is a waste of time and money! Why must we take the time of every year on every 25th of December?!".

Waluigi still ran the accounting house while Luigi worked under him. Luigi was very poor and was giving no help by his boss. Every year he was lucky to get any money at all for his family. His working conditions where not good ether. It was cold, dark and gloomy. However Waluigi loved the cold. As the day went on, it got colder and colder.

Suddenly, a man walked in the door.

"UNCLE! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!".

The man was none other than Mario, Waluigi's Nephew.

"Christmas?! BA HUMBUG!" Waluigi shouted at his nephew.

"Christmas ba humbug? Surely you don't mean it!".

"I do! What gives you a reason to be merry anyway? You're poor enough!".

"What gives you a reason to be mad? You're rich enough!"

"BA HUMBUG!".

Waluigi never got on with his nephew as you can see. In a rage, Waluigi walked into his office but his nephew followed him.

"You still here? Well then, tell me my kind nephew; what's Christmas to you? A time to waste money on pointless thing and not become an minute richer? That is what Christmas is to me anyway!" Waluigi stated.

"But Uncle-".

"NEPHEW! YOU KEEP CHRISTMAS IN YOUR WAY AND LET ME KEEP IT IN MINE!".

"But you don't keep it!".

"And I won't! Christmas has done me no good, and it will do you no good. And anyone who thinks it that I'm wrong, should have a stake of holly through his heart!".

Waluigi made it very clear that he didn't like Christmas to his nephew. However he was not about to give up.

"There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say, Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round - apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that - as a good time: a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!".

The whole room went quiet. The only thing that could be heard is the faint sound of Luigi clapping.

"LUIGI! YOU TRYING TO GET FIRED?! GET BACK TO WORK!".

"Yes Sir! Sorry Sir" Luigi said writing down his notes.

"Now are you going to go or not!?" Waluigi stated, getting tiered of his nephew

"Not yet. I would like you to come to my Christmas Party that my wife and I are hosting"

"Your wife? Peach? Why did you marry that penniless girl anyway?

"Because I fell in love!"

"LOVE?! BA HUMBUG! LOVE WITHOUT MONEY IS LIKE A MAN WITHOUT HIS WORK! NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" Waluigi said as he push is nephew out the door

"I guess I can't change your mind." Mario walked off into the snow

Just as Mario left, two men came in the door

"Now what?! Can't a man count his money at all this day!

"Money is what we need good sir, as we are collecting money to help the poor orphans survive this Christmas. Surely a man like you can give a little money to help these poor kids!"

"Huh, when I collect, I KEEP! I support the workhouses. They cost enough. Money must go there!"

"Money can't go there! People would rather die."

"If they rather die, they better do it. It would decrease the surplus population. Good afternoon gentlemen and BA HUMBUG!" Waluigi said throwing the men out.

"I feel sorry that he feels that way"

"SAVE YOUR MONEY FOR THE POOR! THEY'LL GET NOTHING FROM ME!"

The day went on as normal after that. Luigi was writing away, trying to keep warm while Waluigi was counting his money. Night began to fall and the business was about to close. Just before Luigi was about to leave, he went to Waluigi.

"Um sir. Tomorrow is Christmas. I was wondering if I could...you know...have the day off."

"What?! You want the whole day off?! You must be mad! Everyone that takes time off on Christmas is. However since I'm the only one in this town that thinks that...take the day off. BE HERE BRIGHT AND EARLY THE NEXT MORNING!"

"Yes sir! Thank you sir! Merry Christmas!"

"BA HUMBUG!"

And just like that, the place was silent. Waluigi decided to call it a night and closed the place up. The snow fell from the sky, as Waluigi walked home. Little did he know that this Christmas Eve was going to be quite different to any other before.