"Merry Christmas!" That was the first thing Pidge heard as she awoke from her slumber. Ugh, what was Lance doing up? Couldn't he let her sleep for a few…pheebs, maybe?

"Merry Christmas!" The voice was right in her ear, and Pidge made a indignant snort, pushing him away.

"Com'n little elf!" Lance persisted. "It's Christmas!"

"Go 'way." Pidge mumbling, but in vain.

Lance decided to turn it up a notch. "Hunk's making peanut butter Christmas cookies."

"You fight dirty." Pidge complained, rolling out of bed and landing onto her stuff. "Ow."

"What are these even called?" Lance pulled up one of the space junk aliens, frowning.

"Space Caterpillar. Give Gustave back!" Pidge snatched the blue critter from Lance's grip, glaring.

"Your hair's actually long!" Lance sounded surprised as he used his fingers to comb through her locks.

"Hands off!" Pidge brushed his hand away and shook out her hair.

It sprang back up to its usual look, and Lance blinked in surprise.

"How does that-"

"Science!" Pidge sounded like a mad scientist, explaining how everything worked. "Now, leave me in peace so I can get decent."

Keith was confused. Why was Hunk singing random songs. Seriously, who sung about bells jingling? Really? The little instruments that made a weird rattling sound? And what about wishing it would snow. The harsh, unforgiving season, where white sheets of frost fell from the heavens, trapping one inside, where there was both to do. Freezing one to death. Killing your plants. Also Joy. No joy was in space. Only fighting Zarkon. Endlessly fighting Zarkon. Forever.

"Merry Christmas, Mullet!" Lance greeted Keith, giving him a hard shove.

"Christmas?"

"You know, Hanukkah? Xmas? Uh…darn if, I can't think of anything more examples. Keith, it's December 25th on Earth. Don't you celebrate anything at that time?"

"Yeah. I celebrate that it's deathly cold out. That I've survived that long. That no one cares whether or not I die, so I don't hurt anyone. What else…ah yes, that I have a roof over my head. Which is fortunate for me. Some people don't have that. And it sucks. I know what It's like. I nearly died that winter."

"What about Jesus Christ's birth? Don't you celebrate that?" Hunk asked, stirring batter.

"I'm not the type to celebrate birthdays." Keith snorted.

"What are 'birthdays'?" Allura entered the room, brushing her hair.

"Some people celebrate the day that they're born." Shiro informed her.

"And what in the Universe is a 'Christmas'?" Coran asked, fiddling with his mustache.

"Geez!" Lance grasped his head in furusteration. "What is wrong with you guys? You're nearly as bad as Keef!"

"Keith." Keith corrected.

"What did I say?"

"Keef."

"Quiznak! That's priceless! Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah, Christmas, a big Winter celebration,"

"'Winter'…?"

"A cold time of the year-"

"'Year?'"

"Deca-pheob. Christmas a big celebration that comes once a deca-pheob where we exchange presents."

"Basically it's celebrating this one powerful guy, Jesus's, birthday."

"Oh." Coran pondered this for a moment. "Alteans have something of the sort. 'Ecusabalistac'!"

"Ugh. That's basically celebrating the Wind Dragon's birth." Pidge shuddered. "I don't understand why you loved him so much."

Allura fake fainted. "Oh, Willombus was the most perfect, most extraordinary dragon on Altea! He only did a few mistakes."

"Jesus was entirely perfect." Hunk ladled out the dough carefully onto a tray.

"How did you even know Christmas was today?" Pidge asked, cocking her head.

"Uhh…I never…returned your phone?" Lance sank into himself, and Pidge rolled her eyes.

"Congrats. It's yours now."

"Really?!"

"Merry Christmas."

-Gravtron1

That last line was for all you folks! Merry Christmas!

I hope to make a different Voltron story for each holiday.