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Chapter 3: Nobody Don't Like Christmas
A little later, Meowth quietly excused himself from the party and sat on a windowsill in the bedroom Team Rocket had been allotted. He watched the snowflakes falling and the Pokémon playing outside. Meowth sighed. Christmas was always a confusing time of year for him. As a proud member of Team Rocket, he scowled at any display of truth and love such as Christmas. Yet the Scratch Cat Pokémon felt, along with Jessie and James, that there were certainly some good things about the holiday. Presents, food, warmth… then again, when was the last time the trio had been given presents? Or offered free food? Or invited to stay the night in warm beds? "Oh, right," Meowth thought to himself. "Just today." Sighing, he continued to gaze out the window. Then, for no reason at all, he had that feeling in his fur that a song was coming on. Glancing quickly around the room to make sure he was alone, Meowth began singing a song that he made up as he went along. In his mind, sympathetic music accompanied him.
Nobody don't like Christmas,
It's the happy day that everybody loves.
It's the snowflakes driftin' down
As the folks all over town
Are trimmin' trees and knittin' gloves!
Meowth heard Jessie's whoop through the walls and doors: "Chocolate!" Taking this as his cue, he entered the first verse:
Some people don't like Easter,
Or the Easter eggs the Easter Bunnies bring.
When the chocolate hits their lips
It goes directly to their hips,
And they pack on ten pounds every spring.
He winced at the thought of what Jessie would do to him if she ever heard him say that.
But nobody don't like Christmas,
It's the time of year that everyone adores.
It's holly-jolly everywhere,
Santa's downtown in the square
And in all them real high-class department stores!
Just then Totodile ran past the window outside, enthusiastically blowing one of those party horns. Meowth watched it disappear around the corner of the cabin as he continued:
Some people don't like New Year's,
December thirty-first's the night they dread.
They may be blowin' on noisemakers,
But they're all a bunch of fakers,
'Cause they'd rather all be home asleep in bed.
He yawned a bit before going on.
But nobody don't like Christmas,
And it doesn't matter if you're young or old.
It's filled with color and surprise,
As right before your eyes
The world lights up in red and green and gold!
Charla and Charizard swooped down low a distance from the cabin, flying close together, not really looking where they were going. "I would think you'd know better after the last time you weren't lookin' where you were flyin', Charizard," Meowth thought with mild amusement.
St. Valentine's Day is a day you could hate
If you ain't never been out on a date.
And the Fourth of July can be a real drag
If you can't get no one to salute your flag.
At this point, Meowth drew a big "R" on the frosty window and stood to attention, imaging the Boss observing him approvingly.
But nobody don't like Christmas,
It's a time of peace and love and brotherood.
'Cause when you make peace with your brother
And you say "I love ya mother!"
Santa Claus'll know that you've been good!
He grimaced at the thought.
Memorial Day is a day to forget, (He grimaced again; not even Meowth could disrespect that holiday without feeling bad.)
And turkeys don't celebrate Thanksgiving yet!
St. Patrick's Day is dull, Arbor Day is boring
And who wants to go to all that Yom Kippurim?... ("Eh?" he added, wondering if anyone would have appreciated his efforts to rhyme.)
But nobody don't like Christmas,
And I'll sing it from the top of every tree. (Here Meowth stood up on the sill, as if proclaiming his message to the unimaginably gigantic audience of snowflakes before him.)
Yes, nobody don't like Christmas!
I say nobody don't like Christmas!
And nobody don't like Christmaaaaaaaas… (Unknown to Meowth, several party guests heard this last line and winced.)
Except me!
Meowth waited for the non-existant applause to end, then hopped down from the window and returned to the party. He still wasn't sure how he felt about Christmas, but… someone had to eat all that food.
