Christmas in Gravity Falls

Part 1

"IT'S SNOWING; IT'S SNOWING!" Dipper heard Mabel shout. He also felt her

jumping on his bed. "DIPPER, WAKE UP, AND LOOK OUTSIDE!" Dipper opened his eyes. It was the twins' Christmas two-week vacation, and they were sent to Gravity Falls before their parents, who were working. They were coming Christmas Eve. Dipper got out of bed, and went to look out the window, and everything was covered in white. Mabel was beside him with Waddles. Waddles grunted. Mabel frowned. "Poor Waddles; there are no mud for him to get dirty in." Waddles grunted sadly.

They then heard their uncle calling them from downstairs.

"Coming, Grunkle Stan!" Dipper called from downstairs. They went downstairs, accompanied by Waddles.

Downstairs, they saw and heard Soos sweeping the floor, while humming Jingle Bells. The kids sat at the table to await their breakfast. Their great uncle then came by with plates.

"Morning, kids!" He greeted. "I made you pancakes." He set the plates down in front of them. Dipper's pancake was in the shape of a Christmas tree, and Mabel's was a reindeer. Ford came in, and sat down. His was in the shape of a candy cane.

"Cool!" Mabel observed. "Christmas themed pancake shapes!" She then began eating her pancake. Ford came in, and sat in his chair. Stan gave his brother a pancake in shape of a candy cane.

"Well, it's still early to open up shop." Stan said when they were done with breakfast. "Kids, help me with the decorations, won't you?"

"Sure thing!" Dipper said getting off his chair.

"You were planning this, weren't you Grunkle Stan?" Mabel said as well.

"Yes, I was."

They put up the lights outside the shack, and put up the Christmas tree before they had to open for the day.

They put up the rest of the decorations when the shack closed for the day.

Dipper was reading on his bed, and Mabel was writing a letter to Santa Claus. Waddles was next to her. Mabel looked at her pet.

"Okay, I'm done, Wads." She stated. "What do you want?" Waddles oinked.

"Really? But, we can get you caramel apples from the grocery store." Waddles oinked again. Mabel thought about this. "Hmmm, I suppose you have a point there. Okay, I'll write it down." Mabel wrote down for Waddles. Dipper saw what his sister was doing.

"Are you writing to Santa Claus?" He asked.

"I am."

When she was done, she licked the envelope shut, pasted a Christmas tree stamp on it, and went downstairs. Dipper followed.

Stan and Ford saw Mabel come down the stairs. They looked at her. They saw her letter.

"What do you have there?" Ford wanted to know. Mabel showed them the letter.

"Tell me you didn't write to Santa." Stan said. Mabel nodded.

"I wrote this letter to him."

"That was a waste. We, adults only tell you kids stories of him to make the world less cruel than it already is. There is no Santa Claus. You two are thirteen; you should know that by now."

"No!" Mabel yelled through tears. "I won't accept it. Santa's real! He has always been real, and will always be!" She ran off, crying again. Waddles ran after her. Dipper was about to go after her, when Ford pulled him back. Dipper looked at him.

"Let her go, Dipper." His uncle told him. "She just learned that a bit of her innocence is now gone. She has to process this though. She'll come back in when she's ready." Dipper still wanted to console his sister, but felt that his uncle was right. Soos looked at Stan.

"So, Santa Claus is not real?" Stan rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Soos!" He said. "You're a grown man!"

"So?"

"He wasn't real when you were a kid, and he's not real now, or will ever be."

"But, my Abuela…"

"Your Abuela lied to you! Everyone lied to you about him!" Soos gasped, and grew teary eyed.

Mabel ran all the way outside. She cried all while getting into her winter gear. She ran so fast, that she slipped on the ice. Waddles rushed by the girl's side to see if she was okay. Mabel cried and cried.

She then saw that she still had Santa's latter in her gloved hand. She stood up, and went over to the mailbox. She put Sana's letter into it. She then looked at the distance.

"Oh, Santa," She said to herself. "People say you are not real, but I know that you are. Please, prove them wrong. The one thing I really want for Christmas is to make the non-believers in the world believes in you. Please, make that happen. Sooner will be better than later if you can." She then went inside with Waddles.

"And so Tommy," Stan told a kid. In his hand was an eye-bat plush. Mabel was nearby "Stealing is bad, and it will end you up on Santa's naughty list. You will then be punished by Krampus, and then you'll think twice on shoplifting."

"Who's Krampus?" Tommy wanted to know.

"A horned half goat, half demon who punishes naughty kids like yourself."

"Sounds made up so kids will behave."

"Well, is Santa made up? Krampus will get you kid if you continue being bad, and he'll get you good." Tommy's eyes widened in fright, and he ran off. Stan laughed, stood up, and put the plush back on the plushie rack.

"I never heard of Krampus." Mabel spoke up. Stan looked at her. "I thought heard of Santa."

"Well, that because Santa overshadows him. Parents might not tell their kids of him because it might terrify them too much, I don't know. He is well known in other countries though. But, don't worry, like Santa, he doesn't exist." Mabel thought about this.

"But, don't you do bad things all the time? I mean, it makes you a hypocrite that you'll tell a kid such a tale, when you don't believe in it, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, but I have to scare the kid somehow to teach him not to steal, don't I?"

"I guess."

"Good, now get back to work."

After the shack closed for the day, Mabel told her brother about Krampus.

"Well, I did know about him." He admitted. "But, it kind of balances out. I mean, Santa gives gifts to the good children, what about the bad ones?"

"I thought they only get coal." Mabel said. Dipper shrugged.

"Guess that's not good enough." Mabel was confused.

"What do you mean?"

"I guess coal isn't scary enough. I mean it can be used for things like electricity and power generation, and steel production. They need backup."

"I guess."

Mabel, Dipper, Soos, and Waddles were watching a Christmas special episode of Ducktuctive. Stan was reading the newspaper. When he flipped the page, his eyes widened.

"Oh my gosh!" He said out loud. Everyone looked at him. "It's that Tommy kid. He got himself kidnapped. He was bad for stealing, but that's no excuse for kidnapping him."

"Kidnapped?" Dipper asked. "What?"

"It's all right here in this article." Dipper and Mabel went over to him, and read the article to themselves. Stan was confused. "Don't you have Ducktuctive to watch? Don't you want to know who killed that guy, Nick Kringle?"

"We already saw it."

"Yeah." Mabel stated. "It was Merry Noel who poisoned him with a poisoned Candy Cane shaped Christmas cookie. It was last year's Christmas special."

"Thanks a lot!" Soos spoke. "I haven't seen it, and now you just spoiled it. Thanks a lot! I'll still watch it though."

"This is terrible! Who would do something like this?"

"I warned him about Krampus." Stan said. Mabel looked at him.

"You think Krampus kidnapped him? I thought he was made up."

"True, but some sources say that Krampus kidnaps a naughty child, keeps the child in his lair, and eats them for Christmas dinner." Mabel was disgusted.

"That's not right, that's messed up!" Stan just shrugged.

"Well, that's what some sources say. Parents will tell them anything to scare them into being nice. But he's not real, so he didn't kidnap the kid. You can continue the show."

Every day until the 23rd, they heard news reports about kid kidnappings all throughout Gravity Falls. For everybody in Gravity Falls, the season wasn't filled with merry.

"What's happening?" Mabel asked her brother as the two were making a snowman. "Christmas is supposed to be filled with magic and joy, not fear and despair."

"I'm afraid that as we grow up," Dipper pointed out. "we realize that this is what the world is all about. It's really a cruel, and unforgiving place."

"That's why we need Santa." Mabel stated. "To have hope, joy, and believe in miracles. But I guess that's not going to happen, is it?" Dipper just looked at his sister without answering.

"Oh, Santa," Mabel prayed that night as she looked out at the starry sky in her room. "Another kidnapping has happened today. What's happening? This isn't what Christmas is all about. Where is all the wonder and joy? Where is the Christmas that I used to know and love? It is fading away because I'm growing up? Are you not real? Please, I have to know." But just then, she heard jingle bells, and was confused. "Santa?" She stood up and ran to get her winter gear on. Waddles went after her.

Outside, she gasped as she saw a huge bright red sleigh attached to eight reindeer. Waddles hopped onto the sleigh. .

"Waddles!" The girl scolded. "This isn't our sleigh. You're not supposed to be on it. Now, get down." Waddles grunted, and jumped down. "Who's sleigh is this? Is this Santa's?" Then she saw two black boots that were attached to someone in the bushes in red pants, and a red suit. She went into the bushes to see who it was, and gasped. It was an unconscious Santa.