This is one of my friend's great fanfics. She doesn't have an account so she asked me to upload it for her.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or green eggs and ham. They belong respectively to George Lucas and Dr. Seuss.

A Star Wars Christmas

Chapter One

It's Christmas, Skyguy!

"Master!" Ahsoka cried as she rushed into the apartment. "I'm so glad that I'm finally back from that mission! Now we can spend Christmas together since you've decorated and…" she trailed off. "Uh, Skyguy?"

Anakin was lounging on the couch, reading a mechanical magazine. The apartment looked like it always did. "What's up, Snips?" he asked, glancing up from the magazine.

"Well," Ahsoka began tentatively, not sure how severe the bump on Anakin's head had to be, "Tomorrow is Christmas, Master. You know, the biggest holiday of the year? Where everyone decorates and gives each other presents and has great food and a lot of fun?"

"I may have heard of it," Anakin said vaguely, "but I've never celebrated it. What's the big deal?" he asked, still reading the magazine.

Ahsoka looked stricken. "You've never had Christmas before?! Obi-Wan and I need to have a serious talk about your Padawan years. Anyway, this year we're going to celebrate! Since it's Christmas Eve, we don't have much time, but we can throw something together. We need a tree, guest list - Master! Pay attention!" She yanked the magazine out of his hands using the Force and threw it in the garbage.

"Hey! I was reading that!"

"I didn't notice. But this is serious! We HAVE to have Christmas! And we don't have much time, either. Come on, Skyguy, it'll be fun! Okay, you can decorate the apartment. Go to the store and get a tree, some lights, tinsel, and ornaments. Get a present for anyone you want to, too. I had my shopping done ages ago, but you'll have to make do with last-minute stuff. I'll make the guest list and get food! Because if it was up to you, we'd have blue milk," she made a face, "and droid circuits. Do you want to invite anyone?"

"Invite people? Here?!" Anakin asked. The apartment was horrifyingly dirty.

"You'll have to clean of course, since it is your mess. If you actually put your tools and clothes away, we wouldn't have this problem," Ahsoka said scoldingly. "But it's not like everyone doesn't know you're a slob, so it's okay if it's a little dirty. But who do you want to invite?"

"I dunno. Obi-Wan?" he suggested.

"Oh, what an amazing party that would be," she said sarcastically. "You'd read a magazine, he'd drink tea, and I would be bored out of my mind. You have to have somebody else who'd come! If you don't have any ideas, I'll make the guest list," she threatened.

"You do that, Snips."

"Now you're asking for it! Go. Just go. I'll make you a list of decorations, and you can make a list of people to buy presents for," Ahsoka went over to the trash and ripped off the back page of the magazine to write her list on. When she was finished, she handed it to Anakin. "Here. Now GO! And take your comlink in case you have trouble."

Anakin sulkily took the paper and headed out the door.

When he got to his speeder, he looked at the list. "A tree? Why the heck do we need a tree?" He shrugged and took off to the lower levels. He'd seen one of those metal trees just the other day…

Ahsoka closed the door behind her master and sighed. "How can he never have celebrated Christmas before? At least we will this year. I hope he can find everything," she thought worriedly as she sat down at the kitchen table. "Now for the guests…" she smiled wickedly as an idea came to her. "Oh, this is going to be fun." And she started making the calls.

Hours later, there was a knock at the door. Ahsoka, who had been baking cookies, answered it. Or, she tried to. She unlocked it, but before she could open it, somebody pushed it open and sent her tumbling to the ground. And then she was trampled. By a big, ugly, dark metal, levitating tree. It was rusty, had dents and scrapes, and most of the branches were broken off. After the tree came Anakin, laden with packages.

"Skyguy!" Ahsoka wailed from the floor, "What is this?"

"You told me to get a tree, and that's a tree," Anakin said smugly. "I found it at one of the dumps."

Ahsoka didn't know if Anakin was deliberately being infuriating or not. But that tree would certainly not do.

"Master, haven't you ever even seen a Christmas tree? You went to the mall- you had to! The big green thing shaped like a cone, with decorations on it?"

"I guess I did see a few of those. Is that what I was supposed to get?"

"Yes. You'll have to go get one, and dump this ugly one somewhere. What did you get for decorations?" Anakin (surprisingly) had done well on the decorations. He'd even managed to find the right type of lights.

"Oooh, what's in here?" Ahsoka asked, peering into one of the bags.

"You stay out of there!" Anakin said, yanking it away from her. "It's supposed to be a surprise! Don't you have baking to do or something?"

"Fine! Be that way. The wrapping paper's in the closet. After you wrap them, label them so you don't forget who they go to. Then you can go get a tree, clean, and start putting up the decorations. We can move the couch over a little, and put the tree near the wall. The tinsel goes around the door and walls. I'm sure you can figure it out."

Anakin looked dubious. "I'll try. No guarantees, though." He went into his room to wrap the presents while Ahsoka returned to the kitchen to continue baking.

Finally, all the cooking and decorating was finished, and the gifts were under the (traditional) tree. Ahsoka collapsed on the couch with a tired sigh, and Anakin dropped down next to her. "Thank goodness that's over," he said. "If Christmas is always this much work, I don't think we should do it again."

Ahsoka was appalled. "Master! Not celebrate Christmas?! That's an awful idea! It's one of the best times of the year! And it was only this much work because it was so last-minute. If I'd known you weren't getting ready, I wouldn't have gone on that mission so I could help you prepare! Oh well, it's mostly ready now. I can't wait for tomorrow! The party's going to be a blast!"

"Party? Oh, yeah. So, Snips, who'd you invite?

"I'm not going to tell you! Since you wouldn't make the list, it'll have to be a surprise!"

"Snips! At least tell me you didn't invite Windu!"

"Master Windu, Skyguy. And I'm not telling you anything," Ahsoka said with a fiendish smile.

"Ugh," Anakin groaned. "I'm going to bed."

"See you tomorrow! And be ready to party starting at noon!"