On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, ten kords a meaping,

Nine stuffed-toys prancing,

Eight pumpkins wilting,

Seven witches cursing,

Six vamps a sucking,

A GOLDEN CHANDLEIRE,

Four space nerds,

Three magic mens,

Robots in love,

And a Harry Potter Parody!

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"Alfred! Alfred!" Arthur called, tinsel and winsel and bells and dells trailing from his arms. Alfred turned, half a who-buger hanging out of his mouth.

"What's up, eyebrows?" He asked.

"Um, uh, uh, I- uh. . . W- What are you doingforchristmas?" Arthur's face was red as a whomato (do you guys see where I'm going with this?). He busied himself with picking up his winsel while he waited for Alfred's answer.

Alfred swallowed the rest of his who-burger and thought about it. "I'll probably have a party or something. I just want to hang around people on the holiday," He laughed. "I can't think of anything worse than being alone on Christmas."

"Uh," Arthur coughed. "Yeah, that would be awful."

Alfred grinned and slung an arm around Arthur's shoulders. "You're coming, right?"

"Is that a trick question?"

"It'll start at eight," Alfred called over his shoulder as he started to walk away. "You better come, eyebrows!"

Arthur stood there a moment longer after Alfred left, thinking to himself exactly how magical Christmas time was. It really did make miracles happen.

It's true, that every Who in Who-ville liked Christmas a lot, but the Swede, who lived just north of Who-ville, did not. Well, they assumed he hated it —he never came down and celebrated with them, and whenever they looked up and saw him there on Mt. Crumpet, he had this really creepy look on his face.

The Swede lived all alone on Mt. Crumpet, with only his dog, Hanatamago, as company. He had no friends and he had no family, which is what most figured made him so grumpy and scary.

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"Santa Claus?"

The Swede turned and saw a tiny little Who standing in the doorway. He was small and thin and trembling. "What are you doing with out Christmas Tree?" His voice was small and thin and trembling, too.

"'M takin' it ta tha N'rth Pole ta fix tha lights."

"Uh hu," Tino Loo Who said, slowly inching towards the who-phone in the kitchen. "Great. I'm just, uh, going to get your milk and cookies. Ha ha. . ."

(The Swede Inner Thought: Wow, how kind of him. Everyone in this town is so kind —I hope they like how I fixed all their decorations.) "Ya' don' h'v ta do tha'."

"Ok, I'm sorry!" Tino Loo Who cried, throwing his hands up. "I'll just go upstairs now!" And with that, he did just that.

(The Swede Inner Thought: He's so excited to meet Santa Claus —cute.)

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AN: A little short, but I think yesterday's makes up for it. Sweden would make a really cute Grinch :D)