(Wrote this for one o' me best mates, Amy. I get very bored during study hall sometimes, yes I do…)

Charlie and Mr. Eko's Christmas

"I LIKE PRESENTS!" screamed Charlie as he tackled the Christmas tree. "I LIKE COOKIES!"

Charlie dropped the Christmas tree with a crash, and ran over to the plate of cookies he and Mr. Eko had left out for Santa Claus.

Charlie grabbed a handful of cookies and stuffed them into his mouth. "Yummy!" he giggled, cookie crumbs spraying everywhere.

Then the Christmas tree lights randomly turned on. They sparkled in various patterns.

"Sparklyyyyy!" Charlie dive-bombed the tree again, and tore off all of the lights.

Draping the lights over himself, Charlie exclaimed, "I look like a ballerina!"

So he began to dance the Nutcracker.

Pretty soon Mr. Eko walked in, wearing a flowery apron and oven mitts, and holding a tray of fresh-baked cookies.

"Look what I haaaaave- oh." Mr. Eko stopped, staring open-mouthed at the room, and dropping the cookie tray.

Charlie stopped dancing the Nutcracker, and looked at Eko, the tree lights on him blinking.

"D-do you have any more of those… prettiful lights?" Mr. eko stammered.

Charlie gasped, and hugged the lights to himself. "No! They're mine! They came to me- ME! My own… my loves… my preciousessssssss!"

Mr. Eko pouted. "Fine, then! You be bein' dat way, mon. I'll find my own prettiful things!"

That said, Mr. Eko marched over to the fallen Christmas tree. He grabbed two popcorn balls, draped them on his ears, and then spotted the garland. Squealing, he ripped the garland off of the tree, and started wrapping it around himself.

"I be the Mouse King, you be Clara!" Mr. Eko announced, putting the music back on.

Then he charged at Charlie, squeaking and hissing in what he thought was a Mouse-King-like manner.

Charlie, frightened, took off his shoe and threw it at Mr. Eko.

The shoe hit Mr. Eko in the head, making him fall. Mr. Eko was not happy about being hit in the head with a shoe, so he hit Charlie with his Jesus Stick.

In revenge, Charlie broke open a present on Mr. Eko's head.

Mr. Eko poked Charlie in the arm with a plastic star.

Charlie turned Mr. Eko's Jesus Stick into firewood.

Mr. Eko turned Charlie's guitar into firewood.

Their bickering ended when they both threw a fruitcake at each other.

The fruitcake, hitting them each in the head with a hollow thunk, managed to knock (a little) sense back into both of them.

"Why are we fighting, again?" Charlie asked.

Eko shrugged. "I'unno."

"Oh well. Hey, wanna go make some cookies?"

"IT BE GOOD, MON!" Mr. Eko yelled in reply.

So they both jumped up and ran into the kitchen, ready for some cookie-making-mayhem.

THE END!

Merry Christmas to everyone! Happy Holidays, Merry Kwanzaa, Happy Hanukkah, whatever you celebrate, have a good one!