Okay, so I lied. That last one… wasn't The Last One.

Heck, there might be more after this.

They're too fun. (Crazed look in eyes)

Ahahah. No really, I'm loving writing these, and they're quick and easy. :D

So enjoy this one. It's The Christmas Song, Bohos style. (Thanks Steph.)

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"Well, now what?" Asked Joanne, still a little concerned about how the Bohos were so lost.

"We sing more carols!" Mimi suggested brightly.

"All night, and never go home?" Maureen asked, looking a little frustrated.

"Sure, why not?" Angel gushed, waving her hands through the falling snowflakes. "It's beautiful out here!"

"New York's dangerous, especially at night… and it's cold. We shouldn't stay out too long." Mark reasoned, finally starting to recover from his embarrassment.

"Marky's right." Collins agreed. "It's getting really chilly out."

"Chilly?" Roger questioned, "I'm freezing over here."

"I'll warm you up…" Mimi offered, flouncing over and snuggling with him.

"Aww, how gosh dern cute." Collins said dryly, prying his lips off of Angel's conspicuously.

"Like you can talk, Collins." Maureen told him.

"Well, Angel and I are damn cute. Roger and Mimi are gosh dern cute… which is a lesser cute than damn cute."

"Collins has the cuteness levels all worked out." Angel explained.

"How cute of him." Roger said, grinning.

"Shut up." Collins mumbled, and started kissing Angel again.

Mark rubbed his hands together. "Brr. I could use some hot cocoa and a toasty fire right about now."

"We could roast marshmallows!" Maureen yelped excitedly.

"What is this, some fifth grade camping trip?" Joanne argued.

"I like marshmallows…" Roger murmured dreamily, drooling a little.

"Better yet…" Collins whispered conspiratorially. "We could roast eviction papers!"

"Whoa! Déjà vu, big time…" Roger said, snapping out of his reverie. "I feel like I've done this before!"

Mimi rolled her eyes. "Sounds very Christmassy, Collins."

Angel nodded, "Yay! Eviction notices roasting in a trash can fire…"

"Rodney's the one with the red nose!" Roger put in triumphantly, and to Mimi's great disdain.

"Christmas Bells being sung by bums…" Collins added seriously.

"And folks dressed up like bohos!" Mark indicated his scarf cheerfully, and the other Bohemians laughed at him.

"Everybody knows some Stoli and a hot plate help to make the season bright!" Roger crooned, sending Angel a meaningful look.

"Roger Davis, with his eyes burning angry, will likely murder Benny tonight." Mark said to a high-five from Roger himself.

"They say that Mr. Grey's on his way…" Maureen sang dramatically. "He's got plans for a studio and wants his pay!"

"But every real Boho would rather die…" Mimi finished, giggling, "Than see Bohemia torched by some fat yuppie guy."

"And so, we're offering this simple song… to Bohos, tent city residents, squatters too…. although it's been said many times, many ways…" Joanne inserted, smiling.

"Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas to... You!" Mimi sang brightly.

"Mimi, merry ain't in their vocabulary. They can't understand you." Angel told her friend.

"Well, it's the thought that counts." Mimi assured her.

"Oh good." Angel had been worried.

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See what I mean? Ridiculously short and easy.

So don't be surprised if I write more… 

Reviewers get their choice of virtual candy canes or virtual chocolate Santas!

Thanks for reading! Happy holidays!!