HI THERE! Oh god, the sugar and Christmas is going to my brain! It's probably a good idea if you've read "I'm Trying To Say I Do" before you read this chapter, and it's likely for more references to be added in.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Jak and Daxter. Just Connor

Chapter 2: Decorations

"No!" Jak snapped. "The green tinsel goes in the hall!"

"Why didn't you tell me that earlier?" Torn growled.

"Because you weren't trying to put green tinsel on the tree earlier!" Jak protested.

"There was no tree earlier!" Torn argued. "Samos only just made it grow!"

"I know!" Jak sighed. "I was there!"

"So where does the green tinsel go?" Torn asked.

"IN THE HALL!"

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"Don't most people put up their decorations before Christmas Eve?" Erol asked, helping Keira sort through boxes of baubles.

"We haven't had time." Keira replied. "We had to make repairs to the house."

"Why?" Erol asked.

"When Connor set a bomb, when Jak and I left you in charge when we went on our honeymoon. REMEMBER?"

"Oh yeah." Erol said. "And then Jak gave me permission to kill him."

"So you chased him with an axe." Keira sighed. "Where did you even get that axe from?"

"I can't remember. I was too occupied trying to murder Connor." Erol said through gritted teeth.

"Where is Connor anyway?" Keira asked.

"The further away, the better." Erol grumbled.

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"HELP!" Connor ran into the living room, wearing the Christmas lights.

"Why are you were the Christmas lights?" Jak asked.

"I went into the loft to get them and THEY ATTACKED ME!" Connor replied.

"..." Jak and Torn looked at each other.

"Christmas lights can't attack people. They're inanimate objects." Torn sighed.

"THEN EXPLAIN HOW THEY LIT UP ON THEIR OWN!" Connor yelled.

"Batteries?" Jak suggested. Erol and Keira walked into the living room.

"What is he doing?" Erol asked, pointing at Connor.

"Apparently, the Christmas lights attacked him." Jak shrugged. Erol raised one eyebrow.

"Connor, go and take off the Christmas lights." Keira sighed.

"I can't!" Connor protested. "I'm tangled up in them!"

"Well try." Torn shrugged.

"I have tried!" Connor insisted.

"Fine." Jak snapped. "I'll try and get them off." Jak stormed over to Connor and began to untangle the Christmas lights from him.

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"HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?" Jak demanded. He too, was now tangled up in the Christmas lights – with Connor.

"ARGH THEY'VE ATTACKED YOU NOW!" Connor screamed.

"Someone... anyone... PLEASE!" Jak sobbed. "Get me out of these!"

"Erm..." Torn said. "I'll be back soon." He walked out of the room and returned with a pair of wire cutters.

"Can I have them?" Erol asked.

"NO!" everyone yelled.

"Fine." Erol muttered under his breath. "I was just going to stab Connor in the face with them."

"Stand still." Torn warned. He walked over to Connor and cut through the wires. Soon enough, Connor was free.

"Wow, thanks Torn!" Connor exclaimed. "I'm off to the soup kitchen."

"Why?" Jak asked. Erol started praying and muttering thanks to God.

"To feed the homeless, duh." Connor rolled his eyes. "It is Christmas Eve – I'm spreading kindness and good will." Connor walked out of the house.

"I didn't know you were religious." Torn said, turning to face Erol.

"I am now." Erol said. "There must be some sort of higher power out there – they got rid of Connor."

"This is true." Torn said. "Does this mean you care about Christmas being the birth of Jesus Christ?"

"Hell no!" Erol gasped. "All I want are my presents!"

"Thought so." Torn sighed.

"Can we get on with the decorating now?" Jak asked. "At least whilst Connor's gone and we have some peace."

"Yeah, okay." Keira said, walking over to the Christmas tree. Torn picked up some tinsel and followed Keira.

"THE GREEN TINSEL GOES IN THE HALL!"

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"Jak! Where are we all meant to be sleeping?" Torn asked. Everyone was gathered in the living room.

"I didn't know you were staying over." Jak said.

"Well yeah. It's Christmas day tomorrow." Torn pointed out. "There's no point in us going home."

"Yes there is!" Jak protested.

"WHERE'S YOUR CHRISTMAS SPIRIT?" Samos yelled.

"Ugh fine, you can stay." Jak snapped. I hate that old man so much...

"Well, where are we going to stay?" Torn asked.

"In the living room. On the floor." Jak replied.

"THAT'S NO WAY TO TREAT A GUEST!"

"SAMOS, SHUT UP!" Jak yelled.

"I WAS KIND ENOUGH TO LET YOU MARRY MY DAUGHTER AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME?"

"HOW IS THIS RELEVANT?" Jak asked.

"YOU WANT ME TO SLEEP ON THE FLOOR LIKE A DOG, AFTER THE KINDNESS I SHOWED YOU!" Samos bellowed.

"YOU USED TO MAKE ME SLEEP ON THE FLOOR!" Jak protested.

"YOU HAVE NO RESPECT FOR YOUR ELDERS!"

"YOU HAVE NO RESPECT FOR ANYONE!"

"STOP!" Keira shrieked. Jak and Samos stopped arguing and looked at each other, then Keira.

"What?" Jak asked.

"IT'S CHRISTMAS!" Keira shouted. "IT'S A TIME FOR FAMILY AND GENEROUSITY – YOU TWO SHOULDN'T BE YELLING!"

"He started it." Jak grumbled.

"I DON'T CARE WHO STARTED IT!" Keira snapped. "Because of this, EVERYONE is sleeping on the floor in the living room. Even me and YOU!"

"Why do we have to sleep on the floor?!" Jak demanded. "It's our house!"

"I DON'T CARE." Keira yelled. "WE'RE SLEEPING ON THE FLOOR, THEY'RE SLEEPING ON THE FLOOR – THE END."

"I'm not sleeping near Erol." Jak grumbled. "He snores."

"HEY!" Erol protested.

"Come on guys, it's Christmas." Keira said. "Can't you just be nice to each other?"

"Nope." Erol and Jak both said at the same time.

"Well at least try and be civil." Keira pleaded.

"Fine." Jak sighed. "But I'm still not sleeping near him."

"Maybe we should invite Tess, Daxter, Ashelin and Razer... they're meant to be coming here in Christmas Day too." Torn suggested.

"I'm not sleeping near Erol AND Razer." Jak huffed, folding his arms.

"To be honest, I don't think anyone is going to." Torn said.

"I'll go and phone them up and tell them to come round." Keira sighed. "DON'T. EVEN. THINK. OF. ARGUING." Keira walked out of the room, into the hallway.

"I suppose we should go and get some sleeping bags." Jak sighed.

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