A/N- I decided to do a bit of a lighthearted story here... blegh... I gotta go back to depressing...

John woke up, a sense of elation filling his circuits, as if on
reflex, or an impulse. The silver falcon sat up, his sky blue eyes
downcast as he tried to sort out his feeling. Why was it today
specifically that made him 'happy'? Why was it that his feeling of
merriment was so much out of the blue? That was when the answer hit
in, in a literal sense.

A calendar had fallen on John's head. Surprised, he tried to swat
aside the nuisance, which landed in his lap instead. The avian
animatronic picked up the paper article gingerly, eyes sweeping trough
the days in December to settle on the current day. Here it was… the
25th of December… Christmas! A smile akin to a drunken grin spread
across the falcon's beak as he cursed his poor memory. John shifted
out of his cot carefully, to avoid waking his roommate, Goldie
Fazbear. The animatronic falcon slowly pushed open the door to the
room, casting another glance over to her before exiting the room, and
entering the kitchen.

John stepped out into the dining area, his grin widening at the sight
of Freddy, Bonnie, and Foxy confusedly looking around at the Christmas
decorated eatery hall. Chica sat on the stage, legs dangling off of
the edge, giggling. "Merry Christmas, guys!" John shouted, causing
Freddy to jump in shock. "J-Jesus, John," Freddy hissed, "Don't sneak
up on me like that!" The falcon shrugged slightly, unconcerned by such
matters.

"Ye be a child fer celebratin' th' holidays, lad. I assumed we be all
grown here, so forgive this salty dog fer questionin' yer motives."
Foxy yawned, sitting in a chair. John, in response, threw a Christmas
hat at Foxy, which landed on the pirate's snout. He roared
indignantly, and stood, shoulders squared for a fight, when a new
voice interrupted the near brawl. "What's… goin' on out here?" Goldie
asked, walking out of the kitchen with a 'mini-me' Goldie plush. Her
eyes were almost glazed over, like a sleepwalker, or a child waking in
the middle of the night to investigate their house. Chica spoke for
John, saying, "Johnny and I got Mr. Fazbear to let us celebrate
Christmas!" Goldie's ears perked up slightly, and her eyes cleared a
bit at the mention of John as "Johnny". She threw him a sideways
glance.

The falcon received her message, and shrugged. "Anyhow… let's go
ahead and open some gifts." John said, breaking the moment of awkward
silence. All of the other animatronics, excluding Foxy, murmured in
agreement. The crew sat in a few of the chairs available near the fake
Christmas tree that had been put up next to the stage, and Foxy kept
his distance, much to John's dismay. He'd hoped that everyone would
celebrate…. Maybe later Foxy would join in, but John wouldn't cram the
event down the pirate fox's throat.

"So, Bonnie, why don't you start us off?" John asked, handing the
rabbit a small gift, a box with turquoise wrapping and purple lining.
He took it gratefully, and read the tag, which said, "To Bonnie, from
Chica". Bonnie carefully removed the wrapping, as to not damage the
contents, which gave way to a box. "Wow, a box," Bonnie mumbled
unenthusiastically, "Thanks guys." It took about two full minutes of
explaining on John and Chica's part to help Bonnie understand the box
housed the gift, not that the box was the gift itself.

The rabbit pulled out a jar of Guitar Cleaner, as well as a silky
rag. His ears perked up, and his mouth spoke of nonsense, about how
hard it was to find quality cleaners these days. Amidst the babble,
Chica picked up another present, this one labeled for Freddy. Unlike
Bonnie, Freddy ravenously tore into his gift, which was a new
Microphone. Freddy smiled, thanking John for his thoughtfulness.

Chica made a decision to open her gift from Mr. Fazbear. She tore off
the paper, to find a new bib. This new one utilized the old style
bubble text saying 'LET'S EAT", whilst using a confetti design on the
background of it. Chica squealed with delight, to which the others
winced.

"Eh, Foxy, could you… come here for a moment?" John asked, ears still
ringing. The pirate gave him a suspicious look, but still came over to
the group. John picked up a gift labeled for Foxy. He handed to the
fox, who slowly began to open it. The falcon cleared his throat, and
said, "Erm, you may wanna open that in, ahem, private." Foxy gave him
a curious look, but walked into the bathroom area.

The sound of rustling paper could be heard, followed by a brief
pause. The sound of paper crinkling returned, followed by a hearty
laugh. Foxy stuck his head out of the entryway, and asked, "Lad, did
ye really do this for ol' Foxy? How? When?" John shrugged, and said,
"I have my ways." Foxy laughed again, and came out of the restrooms,
hiding the gift behind his back. The legendary pirate crossed the area
to Pirate Cove, putting the present within. After a moment of
consideration, Foxy said, "Perhaps it isn't so bad to celebrate th'
holidays." And on that happy note, he went down the west hall,
humming.

From there, the party went well. Lots of chatting occurred, as well
as John and Goldie opening their gift, a computer. General cheer was
evident, allowing for joy to flow through each party member. Foxy
returned from his errand, and spoke to John, saying, "Thar be
somethin' in th' closet fer ye and Goldie to go grab." The falcon
nodded, and he and Goldie went over to the cramped closet. The two
looked around, seeing nothing changed.

"I wonder what Foxy ment?" John wondered aloud, sneaking a glance at
the yellow bear. She appeared to be looking above him for some odd
reason… before he could see why, Goldie gave him a peck on the cheek.
A little kiss, but John felt his facial circuits heat up from the
contact she'd made. Goldie smirked slightly at the falcon's dumbstruck
look, and left him alone with his shock.

After about a minute or so, John finally snapped out of his trance,
looking up, and stifling his laughter. Hung ever so precariously from
the ceiling was mistletoe, and John managed to instantly figure out
who had placed it there.