Christophe wasn't exactly the type of person you would describe as "merry" around the holidays. Every Christmas, he would kind of just ignore the festivities around him and go on with his everyday business like it was any other time of the year. After all, Christophe's favorite person was certainly not God, and Christmas is a more or less religious holiday. You couldn't blame him for being so apathetic towards the holidays, but again at the same time, you could.

December 19th ----- 120 hours until Christmas

"It's only five days until Christmas, Christophe, and you still 'aven't told me what you want yet," Christophe's mother said when they passed a display advertising pocket knives fifty-percent off.

Christophe only sighed in answer. He did enjoy the presents at Christmas, if only a little bit, but it still would be all the same to him if there was no December 25th.

The two of them went out of the store and walked furthur along the other shops. Christmas music filled the mall they were walking in. Almost every store's display window showed off twinkling green-and-red lights and excruciatingly-elaborately-decorated Christmas trees. There was a group of people standing outside the Gap right beside an "everything in store 30 off" sign that sang Christmas carols without cease.

It seemed like the entire freaking mall was Christmas-crazy, and Christophe didn't want to be there. He had very important mercenary business to take care of -- the holidays always gave Christophe tons of job opportunities considering how many people were lazy and relied solely on the Mole to sneak in to stores and snatch gifts for his clients so they wouldn't have to -- heavens forbid -- stop playing World of Warcraft. He had a giant list of missions that needed to be carried out before Christmas, and he had to get started on them or he'd soon no longer have his job as the Mole. Christophe hoped his mother wouldn't take so long in this annoying mall.

It was funny how Christophe's moher, Bijou, had such a powerful control over him. She didn't bother him too much, but when she did, she really did. Relentlessly.
He'd just gotten off the telephone discussing upcoming Christmas missions with Gregory -- Mole's employer, basically -- when Bijou told him that she was going shopping.
"Come along, Christophe! You've not been anywhere in ze outside world for over a week. It will do you some good," Bijou insisted.
Christophe bit his teeth together and thought of how much he needed to get going on those missions, but it was just something that Bijou simply had within her that made her son do whatever she wanted him to against his will the moment she wanted him to do it.

Bijou stopped walking abruptly while Mole was deep in thought, looking at the ground; he ran right into her and almost fell down.

"Muzar!" he groaned irritatedly, regaining his balance. Bijou, however, didn't noticed the collision at all. She was staring, mesmerized, into a store window, pressed tightly against the glass, at a large, hot pink pink snake-skin purse. Mole looked up at the store entrance -- it was a Luis Vuitton store. He looked back down at his mother. She was obviously spellbound.

"Oh Christophe! Look at zis gorgeous bag!" she exclaimed breathlessly, her hazel eyes glowing.

Christophe looked at it again, but he just didn't see the marvelous supremacy of it. So, left without anything to say about the purse, asked, "Can we go yet, please?"

Bijou leaned away from the Louis Vuitton purse slowly and grimaced as if she were greatly depressed. "Alright, Christophe. Let us go."

Relieved, the Mole and his mother continued walking, this time toward the mall exit. Things didn't go his way for long, however, because when they passed the mall Santa Clause area, Bijou stopped once again.

There was a huge queueline, the two of them saw, that led from the chair the guy playing Santa Clause sat all the way to the very end of the other side of the mall lobby. Apparently all these people and their kids were there to see Santa Clause and he hadn't showed up.

Bijou crossed her arms and looked on at the crazy scene. Christophe felt a migraine coming on.

"I'm very sorry, ma'am! We're doing everything we can to find 'Santa Clause'. But don't worry, I'm sure he'll show up very soon! Very, very soon!" a panicked mall employee explained in a stressed out tone to all the angry parents and crying kids.

Bijou turned to Christophe. "Do you know what I zink?" She smiled a wide, devious smile.

Christophe looked up at her. After a moment of thinking, he cringed in unadulterated disgust. "No muzar! No! No no no! I won't do it!"

Bijou just smiled. She had such a powerful control over him.

Author's Note: To be continued! Ooh, cliffhanger. Although you can pretty much tell what's going to happen anyway. (coughcoughSANTA-CLAUS-CHRISTOPHEcoughcough)

I hope you guys are liking this fic so far! I'm soooo into the Christmas spirit this year, I just had to write a South Park Christmas fic. I originally planned on having this story -- Mole and his mom and such -- inside a different story as a subplot, but that just didn't work out, so I decided to make it its own Christmas story.

Christophe's mother's name is indeed Bijou, by the way. I just thought I'd mention that, because I didn't make it up. If you go look up the South Park movie script on some official South park sites, you'll see that Matt and Trey wrote her with the name Bijou. Just saying.

Gregory is going to be in this story, too, by the way; possibly in the next chapter or so. He plays a big part in this story. (If you ask me, Gregory needs some more recognition in the South Park fandom. He's such a fun character, and so fun to write.) I'm not sure how many chapters there will be, but I'm working on it. Expect more dialogue and more of the story centering around Christophe.

Review if you like it, please! Updates are coming soon!

Writing and fanfiction -- owned by me

All characters and South Park -- Matt Stone and Trey Parker

The Gap store -- whoever owns the Gap