Cars: 25 Days of Christmas

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December 11th: The Perfect Christmas Tree

Finding the perfect Christmas Tree shouldn't been uch a hard task. That's if you were out in plenty of time and made sure the trees weren't so expensive.

Naturally, the show had taken a lot of their mind and the townsfolk had completely forgotten about their traditional Christmas Tree that were going to be in Flo's Café. Plastic tree were out of the question, hence the word "traditional".

Just traditional as the weeds in the roof, as Sky pointed out and went outside in the exact moment Sarge began to spit out his worst curses about the stubborn girl with elf-like ears.

So, there were a small group who went into the forest behind the Cozy Cone area for a their Christmas Tree. Doc were there, as he must make sure they didn't fooled around. Lightning followed with Mater, who brought his axe and claimed himself as expert lumberjack. Sky went along because none of them could stop her and Chick went with them, because he would just annoy everyone in town.

What they didn't expected to go with them was Francesco.

"Everything is -a cold!"

Lightning groaned and turned around. "Go back then!" He snapped, irritated of Francesco's whines for the last ten minutes. "Why didn't you stayed in your sunny Italy?"

Francesco shrugged. "It was -a boring. Francesco must -a see his best rival too."

Chick scoffed. "Ha! As if McQueen needs it! He got the little harpy-"

Sky seethed and narrowed her eyes. "Why you-!"

"Finish the sentence and you'll get more than community service, Hicks." Doc interrupted and fixed Chick a fierce glare. His crystal blue eyes almost flashed dangerously and the adressed racer paled to the almost same shade of the pearly white snow. Chick then proceeded to walk behind everyone else, grumbling of he had much better things to do than hang around in a town of hillbillies.

"Your Doc is -a scary, McQueen." Franscesco leaned to whisper to Lightning, he were appeared shaken by the doctor. "Francesco means -a no offense, pf course. But he rather -a not have Il Fabulouso Hornet as -a trainer."

Lightning snorted. "Thanks for the support, rival." He said sarcastically.

"No -a problemo."

The odd group continued their way into the woods, Doc gransked the trees and shook his head. He were a perfectionist at heart and this Christmas wouldn't have one illsuited tree, no matter what would happen. It shouldn't be too big, but he don't accept a small tree either. Back in town, he had used up measure band to see how tall the tree should be.

"This -a one?"

Everyone stopped to see Francesco pointing at a tree. Yes, it was probably meant to grow to a big pine tree, but it was so small. Barely tall as Mater's boots and it were quite big ones he had. It were a small, lone tree with only four, perhaps five sticks of pine needles.

It was a big no.

"For the café tree?" Chick snapped and stared at the tree in disgust, as if it deeply offended him. Probably he thinks so, Lightning thought and while the tree was so small, it looked a little charming.

Francesco looked scandalouzed. "No! It's -a for Francesco!"

Everyone stared.

"None of you remembers -a Il Charlie Brown?" The Italian asked, as he were obviously disgraced of their reactions and picked up the tree carefully. "This is -a the piccolo pine tree and Francesco wants -a keep it, to bring it to della madre!"

None of them objected that Francesco carried his little tree and none of them made a comment.

At last, Doc stopped and stared at one tree. "Doc?" Lightning asked when he almost stumbled onto Mater and Sky. Chick, whose big foot, stumble on a tree root and fell on the snow, facing it down. Francesco did the graciously and walked over him, sending the ill-tempered racer a cheeky grin.

"This one it is." Doc declared and it was a fine tree he had set his keen eyes on. It were a few inches taller than Mater, but perfect enough. Doc nodded satisfied and Lightning couldn't help than to admire it. Sky whistled lowly, appearently impressed and Mater almost bounced up and down in excitement.

"None of you gonna help me?!" They heard Chick, almost absently.

Lightning shrugged. "I knew you fell, but don't care."

Chick grumbled. "F**k you!" he tried to yell, but his mouth were full of snow and Francesco muttered about more vulgar racer he had never met before. Doc snapped out of his deep hought and turned to Sky, staring at her unimpressed.

"No. Put that axe down."

Sky whined. "Why? It's not fair Mater gets to play the lumberjack!"

"Ah 'ave done dis b'fore." Mater shrugged happily and grasped his axe and went to cut down the tree. Then Sky walked off while Mater did his hard work under Doc's watch. Lightning decided to sit down on big rock, resting after the long trek they made through the woods. Francesco followed suit with his little pine tree in his lap, he treated it as if it were his first-born. Chick suddenly also settled down on Lightning's other side, to the redhead and the Italian's big displeasure.

It was at least one thing they had in common. Except racing, of course.

They saw Sky throwing herself at the thick snow and waved her arms and legs, making a snow angel. "Look, I'm an American eagle! But never seen one before."

Doc stared at the scene and suddenly felt smarter.

The road back home were at least calmer. Sky sang cheerful songs when she sat on the sled she had brought and Lightning pulled on his without trouble, as Sky never had problems with weights. She could eat enough for three people and still, she wasn't heavy. She must obtain some bottomless hole instead for stomach.

Francesco chosed to walk beside Lightning, still cradling his little tree which he named it Pavarotti. Chick were forced to drag the great tree along with Mater, who sang along to Sky's Christmas songs. Doc sent glares to Chick, to keep him in line.

"Oh, Christmas Tree ~!" Sky and Mater sang along, after their own tune. Francesco sang his own Christmas songs in his native tongue, totally ignoring the others with a charming smile.

"Aaaaaaaaave Mariiiiiiiiiiiia ~!"

They had their perfect Christmas Tree, the jolly (minus one) people of Christmas Spirit.

Author's Notes:

Can't have romance all the time, guys. XD Enjoy some randomness from our favorite racers, a lil' officer and our disgruntled doctor/judge/racing expert.

Of course, it's a Charlie-Brown tree Francesco wanted to keep. For himself, not even to share.

Finding a perfect Christmas Tree isn't so easy actually. We always have a plastic one, but I think the townsfolk of Radiator Springs is more traditional when it comes to that area.

Also, lumberjack!Mater! x3

The next one? It's for tomorrow! You can't everything in life and this is like one advent calendar. Gotta wait for the good stuff.

~ Loopin' Lunan95