A/N: Okay, here I am again, with another chapter. I went Christmas shopping yesterday and was like "What the heck!" Everything was so pricey! What on earth are those manufacturers trying to pull on me?!?!

Disclaimer: *in a Mariah Carey voice* (to the tune of All I want for Christmas) Aaallll I want for Christmaassssss. Iiiiiiiiiiisssss Sweeney Tooooooooooooooddd! (cause I don't own him)

Mrs. Lovett had been holding the meat on her eye for quite some time, when Toby came into the kitchen. "Mum, Mum, can we put the tree up now?" he begged.

"Don't see why not." Mrs. Lovett replied, "Mr. T, can you help us a little?"

Mr. Todd reluctantly agreed and Mrs. Lovett hurried to wash the meat residue off her face. Once the trio had gathered in the parlor, Toby asked, "How are we going to put it up?"

Mrs. Lovett frowned. "I hadn't thought of that." she said. Then her face lit up. "Be right back!" she said, and dashed out of the room. Mr. Todd and Toby heard crashing and banging coming from somewhere in the house and wondered what on earth was going on. Mrs. Lovett returned shortly and breathlessly held up an old tin bucked and a handful of nails.

"Put it in here!" she said, "And I'll drive the nails through the bucket into the tree!"

Mr. Todd raised and eyebrow. "Are you sure that's a good idea Mrs. Lovett?" he asked doubtfully, "It seems that it might-"

"Oh shut it!" Mrs. Lovett cut in, "It'll be fine." She hurried and set the bucket in a corner of the parlor. "Put it in here." she said. Mr. Todd sighed, but picked the tree up (it wasn't too big) and plopped it into the bucket with a thud.

"A little to the left," Mrs. Lovett said, her hands on her hips, "Then a little towards me and it should be straight."

Mr. Todd moved the tree and was rewarded with a sound of exasperation from Mrs. Lovett. "Now you've moved it too far!" she exclaimed, "Take it back a little."

With a roll of his eyes, Mr. Todd moved it to the right, ever so slightly. "More." Mrs. Lovett said, "I'l tell you when to stop."

Mr. Todd continued to pull the tree until Mrs. Lovett cried out, "Stop! Keep it right there!" She ran over and crawled underneath the tree with the hammer and nails. As she wormed her way on the floor, her skirts got bunched up, and she sighed in frustration. Mr. Todd could hear her muttering something like, "damn dress" and he stifled a chuckle. After banging all the nails into place, she crawled back out.

"There," she said with relief, smoothing her dress back down, "You can let go now Mr. Todd."

Mr. Todd, who had been holding the tree up, let go and stepped back. The tree immediately fell over, on top of Mrs. Lovett, bucket and all. For a split second, all were silent in horror (and amusement on Mr. Todd's part, as he didn't care too much for Christmas) until Mrs. Lovett let out a shriek and tried to roll the tree off of her. "Get this off right now!" she yelled, but Mr. Todd was too busy trying not to laugh to be able to help, and Toby was frozen in shock.

"It's not funny!" Mrs. Lovett cried, "Help me!" She attempted again to get the tree off, but it was too heavy for her. Mr. Todd had given up trying not to laugh and was now focusing on not falling to the floor.

"Sweeney Todd you get this bloody tree off me right now or I swear, I will come into your room at night and rip out your god-damn innards with a fork!" Mrs. Lovett screamed. That got the barber's attention and, wiping away tears of laughter, he rolled the tree off the fuming baker.

As soon as the tree was off of her, Mrs. Lovett jumped up and rubbed her arm. "That hurt." she said, "Now help me get this stupid thing back up."

Together, Mr. Todd and Mrs. Lovett pushed the tree back up to it's former position. "Now pet, how are we going to get it to stay there?" Mr. Todd asked with amusement.

Mrs. Lovett sighed. "Good question," she said, "Toby, do you have any string? We can tie it to the wall. I did that one year, and the nail's still here."

Toby nodded and came back with some sturdy string. "How's this?" he asked. "Just fine," Mrs. Lovett replied, "Now Mr. Todd, you just hold the tree up, and I'll tie it."

Mr. Todd made a face, and was tempted to let go of the tree, just for fun, but refrained. He had seen what happened to people Mrs. Lovett got seriously mad at, and he wanted to stay on her good side, or at least, semi-good side.

After crawling back out from behind the tree, Mrs. Lovett said, "Now you can let go, but slowly."

The tree did not topple down and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. "Can we decorate it now?" Toby asked excitedly. Mrs. Lovett nodded and answered, "Yes, but you do it for a while; I need to sit down."

She plopped down on the settee with a sigh and watched Toby hang homemade snowflakes on the tree. Surprisingly, Mr. Todd did not retreat up to his shop, but sat down on one of the chairs. Mrs. Lovett beamed at this.

"Mum," Toby asked at length, "Would you put the star on top?" Mrs. Lovett took the paper star from the boy's hand, and stood on her tiptoes to put it on. Just when she was about to give up and get a chair, she felt someone come up behind her and take the star out of her hand. Turning her head slightly, she saw that it was Mr. Todd. He put the star up and wordlessly turned to place another log in the fire

Almost melting inside, Mrs. Lovett sat back down. Mr. Todd sat down as well, and Mrs. Lovett was overjoyed that instead of returning to his chair, he sat down on the other end of the settee. It seemed that the situation couldn't get better, until Toby's cry dragged both Mrs. Lovett and Mr. Todd back down to earth.

In his excitement, Toby had accidentally leaned up next to the fireplace and his pants caught on fire. As he spun, trying to get it out, he brushed up against the tree, igniting it as well.

With a shout, Mr. Todd jumped up and tackled Toby, successfully smothering the flames in the process. Mrs. Lovett ran into the kitchen and grabbed the kettle she had put on only minutes ago. She dumped it's contents on the tree and the fire was gone with a hiss and a cloud of smoke.

At length, Mrs. Lovett said, "Well, at least the wallpaper was already singed." Mr. Todd rolled his eyes. "Eminently practical as always, Mrs. Lovett." he said wryly.

Mrs. Lovett burst out laughing. "Thanks Mr. T" she said between giggles. With a small grin, Mr. Todd pried the kettle out of her hand. "You can let go now," he said. Mrs. Lovett realized she was still holding it, suddenly started trembling.

"Are you alright?" Mr. Todd asked with concern. Mrs. Lovett nodded and then shook her head. Mr. Todd noticed that her eyes were glistening with tears. At a loss, Mr. Todd stood there until Mrs. Lovett sniffed.

"I-I'm fine." she said in a trembling voice, "Just a little shaken." She wiped her eyes and smiled. "So, let's finish decorating this tree!"

A/N: Hurray for Sweenett and for burning trees! So, I have a question for all you. What's your biggest Christmas catastrophe? Mine was this year, when our 11ft tree fell on my sister. She wasn't hurt, but it took forever to get it back up again! Leave a review and tell me.