Author's note: Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you like this story! It will probably be as long and hopefully as funny as the other ones, though that's not decision. I know that's it's not Christmas anymore and it won't be for a long time, but we should still have the Christmas spirit all year round. So here is another back to the Future story with your loving and crazy characters!
"Okay, who tied the lights in a huge knot last year!" I yelled holding up the lights that had become so entangled with each other they looked like one of Doc's inventions.
"Don't look at me, you will never let me touch anything that has to do with lights ever since the great tree accident" Marty replied not looking up from the stockings he was placing by on the fireplace.
"Well, someone is gonna pay and it isn't me! There is no way in Hell I am unraveling this junk" I said gesturing towards the lights. Marty and I shared a look.
"Doc!" we yelled in unison.
You see Christmas has always been a weird time for me. You always pass by windows with real families that actually are sitting at the table together.
Not that Doc and me don't eat together at Christmas. That's about the only time we do eat together. But, the families in the windows are always a mom, a dad, and kids. If anyone ever looked in my window it would be a whole different thing entirely.
You'd find Doc and me sitting at the table eating what you would call a purple turkey. But what we would call Turkey with Prune dressing.
You would see a distracted boy running out of his house and across the street every fifteen minutes on the dot. Sometimes I think we should save Marty the running and just invite his family for Christmas Dinner with us.
But honestly the Mcfly's aren't big on the purple turkey. The first Christmas without my mother I was pulling the Prune Turkey I had bought (yes they do sell them) out of our car, when the next thing I know the Mcfly's are running over with a hose yelling franticly that it's poisonous and top drop it immediately.
Yeah, not the best way to let your neighbor know that you don't like their Christmas turkey that they spent 29.99 on with their own money.
Doc was never really big on Christmas. I mean how can a crazy inventor with pale white hair possibly understand that blue is not a valid Christmas color, when he never celebrated it as a child. Much less ever believed in Santa Clause.
You should see him when we go to the mall. All the kids run up to him wanting him to listen to what they want for Christmas.
Doc always insists to the children that there is no such thing as Santa Clause and that just because I talked him into wearing red does not mean he is gonna sit on the Santa chair and pretend to be who he is not. I know what your thinking.
Doc's a Grinch. I would be right there with you if I haven't seen those kids every year.
The kids don't believe him, but that's probably because they can't hear him anyway since I'm usually singing Jingle Bells at the top of lungs.
Yeah, I'm the singing elf that makes sure the kids don't hear what they don't need to know. I am a big believer in Christmas spirit and all that mumbo jumbo that Scrooges yell BaHumbug at.
Surprisingly I don't get paid from the mall or Doc since he believes I'm the one ruining the kids lives. Doc insists one day they'll come busting down our door saying we tricked them.
My reply: "Sure Doc I bet this kid(pointing to a cute little blue eyes girl) will turn out to be an axe murder."
Now your probably wondering what my favorite thing about Christmas is. You know what I'll admit you probably weren't wondering that.
It's not what people automatically wonder. But when you think about it everyone has something.
There are the people who hate rigging up the lights. Some love it.
Some people love decorating the tree. Others could care less about the green blob in their living room.
Some people love giving gifts. Others love receiving and then regifting them to the exact same person as a look-I-hated-your-gift sentiment.
Others like me love the weird holiday traditions that only certain people know about.
"Seriously Abs who came up with the idea to wrap the amp in the first place?" Marty's annoyed voice cried.
You guessed it. I love to decorate. Sure it gets really hectic. I mean if you think back no Brown Christmas has ever been normal.
You got the chimney accident when I was two when my mother insisted Doc go down the chimney in a Santa suit, forgetting she had made a fire in the fireplace during the day and it was still burning. You bet the fire department had a big kick out of it.
Then there was the lake accident where a bully dared me to walk across the frozen over lake. Let's just say when it says thin ice. They don't mean the Jesse Stone song.
You got the tree accident where I was sick and Marty decided to be nice by going out and getting the tree. Only to come to our house with a non-refundable huge pine tree that couldn't even fit in the door.
Who knows what's gonna happen this year?
R/r Tell me what you think!