Greetings, everyone! I realize that this is out-of-season, but I randomly thought about a story for this a few days ago, and I couldn't restrain from writing it. Plus, I have always wondered about what Phineas and Ferb do at Christmastime. Please enjoy!

Chapter 1

It was early morning, and the Flynn-Fletcher house was just starting to wake up. Phineas was the first to wake. "What… what time is it?" Phineas asked, barely able to open his eyes. He unwillingly turned on his side; eyes still closed, and rotated his alarm clock toward him.

"Eight o'clock," he said, puzzled. "That's weird; usually I wake up around two hours earlier."

Knowing it was later time than he thought, Phineas stood up and wiped the crust from his eyes. He yawned, then trudged toward the window to brighten up the room. But when he opened it, Phineas discovered more then just sunlight.

"Snow!" he gasped. "Snow! Oh my gosh, Ferb, come here! It's snowing! It's everywhere! It must've snowed in buckets last night!"

Although he wasn't paying attention to Phineas's yelling, Ferb unwillingly shuffled to the window to see what all the excitement was about. When he opened his eyes, all he could say was, "Wow. That sure is a lot of snow."

"I know!" Phineas interjected. "Isn't it great!? Come on, we've gotta go play in it right now!"

Neither Phineas nor Ferb bothered taking off their pajamas, instead they both threw on a heavy coat over what they were already wearing. Ferb reached higher up in their closet and grabbed both of their scarves and snow boots.

"Thanks, Ferb," Phineas said. "Now let's go!"

They both ran down the stairs, skipping a few steps while doing so, and were about to go outside before their dad stopped them.

"Whoa, boys!" Lawrence said, sticking out his arm as an obstacle. "What's the hurry?"

"Dad!" Phineas said. "It's snowing outside! Please let us through before it melts!" Phineas attempted to maneuver over his father's arm, but he failed.

"It is?" Lawrence asked. "Really?"

"Yes, really!" Phineas said in a hurry. "Can we please go outside?!"

"Well of course, of course!" he answered.

"Thanks, Dad!" Phineas and Ferb both said, but yet again, their father stuck out his arm.

"Wait! Do you have everything you need?" he asked.

"Yep."

"Everything?"

"Yes, Dad, everything!" Phineas emphasized.

"Coat?"

"Check."

"Scarves?"

"Check."

"Boots, hats, socks?"

"Yes, yes, and yes. Now please let us go!" Phineas answered, clearly annoyed and in a hurry.

"Hold on, I just need to check for one more thing…" Lawrence said, examining Phineas and Ferb to make sure he didn't miss any other items of clothing.

"Oh, Lawrence," Linda- Phineas and Ferb's mother, said while walking into the room with a big glass of hot chocolate in her hand, "just let the boys go play outside, they're fine."

"Well, yes, but,"

"Thanks, Mom!" Phineas and Ferb said, pushing their dad out of the way while running into the front lawn.

"Have fun!" Linda called while closing the door to the house.

"Well," Lawrence began, "I guess I'll get back to my breakfast."

"You do that, hon," Linda said, a few seconds later remembering something she had meant to say earlier.

"Oh, Lawrence, one more thing! The Christmas tree's lights are working now, aren't they?"

"Yes they are! I fixed them myself a few days ago," Lawrence said proudly, pointing to himself with his chest out.

"Great," she answered. "Also, you've got the lawn lights put up, yes?"

"That's correct."

"Thanks," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "Can you believe that it's Christmas Eve already? It feels like it was summer yesterday."

"That it does," Lawrence answered, paying more attention to a news column in the newspaper he was reading rather than what Linda was actually saying.

"Oh! I've gotta go, Lawrence. Charlene and I are gonna go caroling today."

"Caroling," he thought, "that sounds fun! Do you suppose maybe I could…?"

"No," Linda answered plainly. "It's Charlene and I only."

"Fine."

Meanwhile, in the front lawn…

"Whoa!" Phineas said. "Nice snowman, Ferb. I've never seen anybody make one fifty feet high before."

Ferb gave him a thumbs up while Phineas continued marveling Ferb's magnificent snowman.

After observing the snowman, Phineas started to look at the Christmas lights on his house. "Hmm," he thought.

"Hey Ferb!" Phineas called. Ferb looked down from the top of his fifty foot creation. "I know what we're gonna do today! …And tomorrow!"

Ferb slid down from the snowman and walked to the front of Phineas.

"What if," Phineas proposed, "we totally revamp our Christmas decorations with something spectacular!? There could be a laser lights show, and real reindeer! I bet the neighbors would love all the hard work we put into it! What do you think?"

Ferb thought about it, then said, "I love it."

"Perfect! I'll call the delivery trucks, and we'll start setting up tonight! That way, when everyone wakes up tomorrow on Christmas, we can wow them with our house's brilliant display!"

Suddenly from out of nowhere, an innocent voice asked, "Hey Phineas. What cha doin'?"

Phineas turned around and saw none other than Isabella. "Oh hey Isabella! We're gonna…"

"Yeah," Isabella interrupted, "I just heard the whole conversation from over there." She pointed to an area by the outside of their fence just a few feet away.

"Oh," Phineas said. "So what do you think of the idea?"

"I think it's gonna be amazing. The Fireside Girls and I are here to help when you need us!"

"Excellent!"

Meanwhile, in Candace's room…

Brrriiinnngg, brrriiinnnngg. Candace answered her cell phone shortly after two rings.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Candace!" answered Stacy, her best friend. "Look outside!"

Candace got off of her bed and strolled to the window that over looked her front lawn.

"Hah!" Candace gasped. "I can't believe I didn't see this coming!" Candace watched as Phineas, Ferb, and all their friends began gathering supplies for the huge Christmas display.

"What are you talking about?" Stacy asked, unaware of the boys' plan. "Snow has been in our forecast for a week now!"

"Stacy, I've gotta go."

Candace closed her cell phone, threw on her jacket, and stomped outside to see what the commotion was about.

"What on earth is going on here?!" Candace yelled while running up to Phineas.

"Oh hey, Candace," Phineas greeted her. "We're gonna redo our Christmas decorations to make them even cooler than usual!"

Candace thought about what he just said. "So you're gonna make some huge, over-the-top presentation, basically, right?"

"Uh… I guess so," Phineas answered.

"You're so busted!" Candace laughed. "I'm telling Mom!"

Meanwhile, at Charlene's house…

"Let's see…" Linda said as she pulled her car into Charlene's driveway. "I have my music, my keys, and of course, my hot chocolate!" As soon as she was sure she had all of her things, Linda headed to knock on her friend's door.

Knock, knock, knock. She paused after three knocks and took a step back while waiting for Charlene to answer the door. After a few seconds, Linda's phone began to ring.

She didn't even have to look at the Caller I.D.; she already knew it was Candace. "Wow, ten minutes early," Linda observed. She flipped her phone open and held it to her ear.

"Candace," she began, "can this wait? I'm caroling today." At that moment, Charlene opened her door.

"Linda, welcome! Right on time as usual, I see," Charlene said, then stopped once she noticed Linda was talking on her cell phone.

"Excuse me, Char, it's Candace again," she replied.

"Oh, no, please, take your time," Charlene whispered, trying to be polite.

"Candace, I'll talk to you later," she closed her cell phone and threw it back into her purse.

"You're going to have to excuse my daughter," Linda began, "Candace and her crazy ideas."

"Ugh, I know what you mean," Charlene groaned. "Vanessa never shuts up about her dad supposedly being 'evil'."

"I heard that!" Vanessa yelled from inside the house.

"Ignore her," Charlene continued. "Oh please come in, you must be freezing!" Charlene guided Linda to in front of her fireplace where Vanessa was also sitting.

"Good morning, Vanessa," Linda said, "How are you today?"

"Fine, just fine," she answered without emotion, not really paying attention to the question.

Charlene sat in between them both trying to get warmer as well.

"So, do you have any plans for Christmas?" Linda asked Charlene.

"Not really anything special, we're just going to stay at home and enjoy the rest of our time off," she answered.

"Huh," Linda pondered. "You're not going to visit Heinz tomorrow?"

"Heinz, as in my ex-husband? Really, Linda?" she answered in a disgusted tone.

"Well don't you think he gets lonely? You've got Vanessa, but he doesn't have anybody," Linda said, concerned.

"True," Charlene answered, "but he hates to see me, and truth is, I hate seeing him, too. Neither of us can be in each other's company without wanting to pull the other person's hair out."

"Can't you guys at least try to get along?"

"Oh, we try, but Vanessa's idiot of a father always ruins it by making some rude or sarcastic comment."

"Please," Linda answered, "he can't possibly be that bad."

"No, he's that bad."

There was a brief pause between all three of them for a couple of minutes until Vanessa broke the silence.

"Well," she began, "I'm going to my room."

"Alright V, Linda and I are gonna go now. We'll be back later," Charlene answered.

"'Kay."

Together they walked outside to the car, where from there they drove off to sing carols.

Back at the Flynn-Fletcher house…

"Good job, Ferb! The lights look great!" And nevertheless, Ferb had entwined millions of Christmas lights all over their yard- from simple blinks to synchronized patterns.

"Hey, has anyone seen Perry?" Phineas asked.