Merry Christmas and a happy new year, guys. Here comes the one… the only… Christmas Special!

A/N this story's setting is modern AU, where the Greencloaks are a secret organization.

Disclaimer: I do not own Spirit Animals.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!"

Rollan woke up on the day of Christmas to the familiar chorus of Christmas carols in Greenhaven. Groaning, he buried his head once again in his pillow before glancing at his alarm clock, it read: 7:15. Rollan gave an annoyed growl. He was, and he suspected will never be, a morning person. He shoved his head once again into the pillows and pulled his orange and yellow checkered quilt over his head. How in the whole wide world is this music so LOUD! I'm definitely going to break Olvan's coffee cup again for revenge tomorrow, he grumbled after several failed attempts to block out the noise.

Suddenly, he heard a piercing shriek right in his ear and he leapt five feet into the air with a terrified scream and stared, eyes as wide as the frying pan Conor once used to make them breakfast, at a bemused Essix. She cocked her head and made a chirping sound in her throat. What?! I'm hungry.

Rollan groaned. "Way to make an awful morning horrible, Essix. Go find your own food," he swatted her away impatiently and she flew out of his window with an enraged cry that echoed into the mountains.

All Rollan could think of is: he regretted leaving the window of his room open last night.

Before he knew it, the door banged open and in barged a panting and excited Conor, Abeke and Meilin. Conor wore a big smile on his face as he and Meilin flung the covers off their friend and Abeke thrust a pea green ball of something on his head.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" Meilin shouted in his ear.

Rollan gaped at his friends. "Did you plan this with Essix?! You guys are real morning crashers."

"What?" Abeke asked, a confused expression clear on her face.

"Never mind," Rollan decided to let the matter drop. "What's all this excitement today? You're driving me crazy."

Conor grinned his signature grin at him. "First of all, Merry Christmas. Second of all…" he looked at Meilin.

"We would really really really like it if you would put on this sweater for us!" Meilin finished. "Maya knitted it for all of us, so you'd better put it on, or else she would be oh… so… SAD," she added as an afterthought while glaring at him in the process, as if silently ordering him to obey.

Rollan picked the green something up and unraveled it gingerly. His heart dropped. This ugly colored green piece of cloth is his sweater!? Rollan tried his best to stop his nose from wrinkling in disgust. His eyes wandered from Meilin's wine red top to Abeke's gold jacket, then to Conor's deep navy sweater.

"Do you like it?" Meilin asked with a sweet smile on her face.

"It's… well…"

"Yes?"

"Um… it's really…er"

"Just SPIT IT OUT!"

"Why is mine so… ugly colored?!" Rollan blurted out at last, cringing under Meilin's ferocious glare.

To his surprise, Meilin grinned and walked toward the door with a spring in her step. "Glad you like it! Now put it on~~~" she said in a sing song voice as she and the other two walked out.

Rollan stared at the doorway for a good five minutes with a blank expression on his face, the same thought hovering in his mind. Man that girl knows how to annoy me.

He put on his sweater obligingly and was about to head out the door with an embarrassed blush coloring his cheeks when he heard a "messenger falcon" tapping repeatedly at his window. Rollan stared in amazement at his spirit animal as she soared into his room and stretched out her leg, showing a piece of paper tied to it. It read:

Breakfast at the Corner Courtyard.

Meilin.

"How can Meilin get you to do things that even I can't get you to do?!" he asked.

The falcon nipped at his ear, as if to say, she knows how to put her words and ask kindly, unlike you, airhead. With that, she flew out the window.

Rollan shrugged and put on a pair of ripped jeans and his sneakers, already worn from too many missions in the wild jungle. Then set out to the breakfast spot.

Conor's POV

After receiving the message from Essix telling him to go to the courtyard, Conor hurried to the kitchen to get some bread, jam, and some fruits for their breakfast. Skittering to a hasty halt, he pushed a disgruntled Greencloak aside and half tripped, half ran down to the courtyard.

The birds were chirping, and Rollan was screaming at the top of his lungs.

Conor stopped, dumbstruck, at the foot of the stairs as he found his friends bickering around the picnic table. Rollan was protesting loudly about how he was allergic to pollen while Meilin, taking absolutely zero percent heed of his hollering, busied herself with decorating the table with fresh picked, pollen filled honeysuckles. Abeke was holding her stomach, laughing as she watched the hilarious scene unfold.

"I got the food!" he announced, stepping into the mess and placing a platter of fruit beside the vase of flowers.

"Great!" Rollan shouted in an overly enthusiastic voice, slamming his hands on the table, which shook the flowers, giving the fruit a fresh dusting of pollen. "Great, a-b-so-lu-te-ly great," he added sarcastically. "I'm not even that hungry," he said while tilting his face upwards peevishly.

"Suit yourself," the girls said cheerfully before digging into the meal. Conor shook his head ruefully before picking up his slice of bread and adding butter onto it.

Suddenly, on the second he was about to take his first bite, the bellow of a trumpet boomed right in Conor's ears and he jumped up violently, feeling the sound reverberate in his ears for seconds after, before turning around to find an amused Maya with the supposed trumpet that was blown into his ears.

The other three burst into loud laughter. Rollan somehow choked on his laughter and started making uncontrollable pig like snorts.

Meilin struggled to smother her squeals. "Th… that expression was PRICELESS!" she exclaimed right in Conor's face. At her sentence, Rollan burst into another fit of snorts, lost his balance, and fell headfirst into the bush of honeysuckles. He emerged out of the bush to a chorus of sneezes, still managing to laugh at a dumbstruck Conor.

"OMG! That was awesome, Maya!" Abeke laughed.

Conor stared at Maya. "Man, is it April Fools already?! Last time I checked, today was still Christmas," he said sarcastically.

Meilin, too, was unable to contain her laughter and she collapsed on the ground, clutching at her stomach along with Rollan.

"Way to go, Meilin. Great job maintaining your perfect image," Conor said dryly while maintaining a neutral expression.

"What's wrong, Conor?! How many limes did you eat today to get so sour?!" Rollan joked, getting up to inspect his friend from head to toe.

Conor pushed his bobbing head away. "Shut up."

All Conor could say is, this trumpet joke did not end well for Maya.

Thanks for reading! Stay tuned for part two of this Christmas Special!