"But, My Lord, I don't want to wear this-this atrocity!" Whined Lucius Malfoy as he held out the precarious muggle costume of a reindeer.
"We are spreading Christmas spirit, Lucius, and if you do not partake in every activity I have planned for us, then you will be on the receiving end of one of our visits," Lord Voldemort persuaded.
"Yes, My Lord," replied Lucius as he sulked out of his study.
When Lucius re-entered the study, Bellatrix had arrived, wearing a scandalous Mrs. Claus outfit, that left nothing to the imagination. While he took the time to change into his outfit, he ordered them both to prepare the greeting cards they planned to leave, along with the candy canes.
His outfit consisted of red velvet pants and a jacket, with a large shiny pleather belt across his waist. He had changed the buckle to a large, spiky skull, which shone in the firelight. He then wore a matching pointed hat, and at each edge of his outfit was a large strip of white fluffy, fur. He then had a white beard to finish his costume, that hung loosely under his chin.
When they had all left, they arrived at the doorstep of a random muggle couple, and once they opened the door, Bellatrix burst out singing a horrid version of Deck the Halls. Her voice kept growing in octaves, and cracked at every other word. At that point, it would be more pleasant to hear burning crows, shrieking their last caws.
When her horrible ballad was over, Voldemort slammed through the couple and had Lucius drag them in, out of view. When he threw them on the ground, in front of their pathetic, sparsely decorated tree.
Pulling out one of the candy canes, he gave it one long, slow lick, preparing it for assault. Looking behind him as he stepped forward, he noticed Lucius had retreated to the farthest corner, kicking his toes against the ground, while his shoulders were slumped in on himself. He had also sucked in his bottom lip, and his eyes were cast to the ground. It was as if he wanted to blend into the walls, avoiding anyone seeing him like that. He'd have to fix that later.
Looking over at his more pleasant, companion, she was strutting across the floor, letting her rear end hang out of the sheer slip, and was slowly dancing to an awful tune she was humming.
When he finally tore his eyes from her, he grabbed the back of the male's head, and slowly inserted the candy cane into the tear duct on his right eye, before harshly pulling left.
Well, that one is useless now, he thought, before tossing the piece of candy with the attached eyeball to the ground. Stepping on it, he relished and gave a slight shiver to the sound of the squishy ball popping.