Perry pulled another bit of cookie dough from the tablespoon and arranged it on the cookie sheet.

Christmas music was playing in the background.

"The next song is really strange." Phineas warned. "It's called 'Kissin' By The Mistletoe'."

"I've heard it before." Perry said. "I enjoy singing to it." He put another cookie on the sheet and licked the extra batter from his fingers.

Ferb was putting frosting on the sugar cookies that had been taken from the oven a few minutes before.

"By the way," Perry said. "Aren't you two a little young to be using the oven?"

"Yes, yes we are." Phineas said. He took another sheet of snickerdoodles out of the oven. "But you can do the rest of the oven work, if you want."
The next song came on. "Kissin' by the mistletoe…"
"Sparkle, sparkle." Perry sang along. Then he put his hands together and made them kiss. "Muah, muah, muah, and away we go, jingle jangle!"

"Kissin' by the mistletoe, love came to staaaay!" Phineas joined in.

Ferb smiled. He put pink sprinkles on a cookie shaped like a cat.

"And nooooww, it's Christmas every day!"

Ferb clapped his hands.

"Thank you, thank you." Phineas bowed, spilling the bowl of batter he was holding onto the floor. "We'll be here through next week."

"I hope not!" Perry said. "I plan to get all this batter made into cookies by tomorrow, at least!"

"Can I lick the bowl?" Phineas asked.

"When I'm done. It has no raw eggs in it."

"Mmm, raw eggs." Said Ferb.

"Perry, you're getting fur in the cookies."

Perry pulled a blue hair out of one of the cookie lumps. "If you want hairless cookies, YOU put them on the sheet."

"Or you could use a fork to spoon them out instead of your hands."

"Where's the fun in that?"

"I honestly don't know. Guess what? I had the weirdest dream last night. We were like in this messed-up galaxy and Ferb kept telling me to use the force but I couldn't because I was bad at it and you were a popcorn smuggler and you stole all of my popcorn and this thing called the Doof Star was going to destroy all the bad singers in the galaxy."

"Dreams are funny things." Perry said. "They make no sense."

"It didn't make any sense at all." Phineas said. "It was totally random. Like if everyone was on the spot or something. And this thing called a rancor was singing opera."

Ferb shook his head.

"You look cute in your new scarf." Phineas told Perry.

Perry laughed. "Sure."

Phineas started decorating a sugar cookie to make it look like Ferb's head. He stopped to rummage through one of the cupboards for green frosting for Ferb's hair.

Ferb bit the nose off of the cookie and put it back.

"Here we go." Phineas said. He turned back to the cookie. "Ferb, did you eat your nose?"

"MAY YOUR DAYS BE MERRY AND BRIGHT, AND MAY ALL YOUR CHRISTMASES BE WHIIITTETEEEEE!"

It was Christmas Eve. Phineas, Ferb, and Perry were trying to see who could sing along to "A Sal Tuscany Christmas" the loudest.

Perry had gotten over his fear of Sal Tuscany. He was glad about that. Sal was a good singer, whoever he was.

"Okay, let's really belt this next one." Phineas said.

Ferb nodded.

"That goes for you, too, Ferb." Phineas nudged his brother.

Ferb looked frightened.

The next song started.

"Chestnuts roasting on an open…"

"FIRREE! JACK FROST NIPPIN' AT YOUR NOSE!" Perry and Phineas sang.

"Come on, Ferb!" Phineas said.

Ferb shook his head no.

"AND SO I'M OFFERING THIS SIMPLE PHRASE, TO KIDS FROM ONE TO NINETY-TWO, ALTHOUGH IT'S BEEN SAID, MANY TIMES, MANY WAYS…"

"MEERRRYYY CHRISTMAS! TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YOUUUUUUU!" Ferb shouted.

"He wins." Perry said.

Phineas folded his arms. "Darn. How are we supposed to compete with that?"

"We join him! CHEESSSTTTNNUTTTTSS ROASTTTINNGGG…"

Candace banged on the door. "I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!"

"GOOD LUCK!" Phineas called back. "DON WE NOW OUR GAY APPAREL, FA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA!"

"FAST AWAY THE OLD YEAR PASSES!" Ferb sang. "I think those are the words…"

"HAS ANYONE SEEN MY GLASSES?" Perry continued.

"BECAUSE I HAVE LOST MY CONTACTS, FA LA LA, LA LA LA, LA LA LAAA!"

"NOW I NEED TO GET SOME NEW ONES, FA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA!" Ferb finished.

"We write good lyrics." Perry said.

"We should get a record deal." Phineas said.

"Where are you going to put that, Ferb?" Candace asked.

Ferb shrugged, but he patted his marimba fondly.

Perry grinned. He knew Ferb liked it.

"Next present!" Candace pulled out a puffy package. "This one says it's for… Perry. Why do you keep spending money on your stupid platypus? He never does anything."

Phineas took the present from Candace and set it in front of Perry. "You wanna open it, boy?"
Perry thought for a moment about how to open it without seeming the least bit intelligent.

He grabbed the ribbon with his teeth and tugged it off.

"Aww, that's cute." Linda said.

"I can help you with the rest of it." Phineas said. He tore off the paper and showed the gift to Perry.

"Did you boys make that?" Linda asked. "It's adorable."

Perry looked up at Phineas and smiled. "Thank you. I love it!"

Phineas smiled and put the blanket around Perry. "I thought he'd like one. It's made out of his old baby blankets he doesn't use anymore, and the quilt from my closet he liked so much."

"Like a platypus would be sentimental." Candace scoffed.

"You never know." Phineas said. He gave Perry a hug.

"Best Christmas ever." Perry purred.

"I was just thinking the same thing." Phineas whispered to him.