Hello there!

First of all, hello to all who are reading this! Whew, it's hard to believe that this year's already coming to an end! While it was hard, I hope you all found ways to make the most out of it. I joined this site this summer, so I can say that I certainly made the most of it!

So this one-shot is actually a Christmas gift to a certain special someone out there! To that person: I hope you like your present!

This one-shot gets its title from Billy Joel's If I Only Had The Words To Tell You.

And now, without further ado, you may read what you actually came for!

Wait, wait, wait! This is a post KFP 3 fic, I don't own KFP or Dreamworks or any associates of it, yeah, great, and now…

On with the show!

Tapping his finger on the counter, Po had his elbow propped next to the knife, his chin resting on his paw. He was staring off into the distance, which wasn't very distant at all since he was right next to the wall.

"Po!" his goose father chirped. "Come on, quit lollygagging, or we'll never get the holiday demand finished in time!"

Snapped out of his reverie, Po shook his head, hoping that his nagging thoughts would fall out of his head. But alas, they did not. As he began to chop the vegetables once again, his mind lingered upon the same thing it had lingered upon all week long. He had been thinking and thinking, making progress in his ideas, only to get discouraged and lose a day's progress in a single moment.

Po was currently within his fathers' shop, helping both his dads get ready for the demand that the Winter Festival always brought. Personally, Po was as big of a fan as anyone else: the snow, the strung up paper lanterns, the whole warm atmosphere that encouraged being with loved ones was something he lived for. But today, it was befuddling him.

His thoughts were interrupted when his panda dad pulled up a stool next to him. Po instantly looked behind him, where he noticed that Mr. Ping had just left the kitchen to serve some people himself and take a few orders. He looked back down and realized that he had stopped chopping the onions without even noticing.

"What's on your mind, son?" Li Shan asked, a slight smile on his face.

Po nervously chuckled as he tried to avoid the question. He continued to chop his onions as if nothing was wrong. "Oh, nothing, Dad," he said, "Just a little tired, you know? Lots of training, lots of… uh, training, yeah."

Li Shan simply kept looking at him.

"What?" Po asked.

"You're tired? You? Tired?" he emphasized.

Po tried to bend his back forward a bit to aid in his lost cause. "Yeah, I mean, I can't just be awesome for free, you know?"

Li Shan nodded as if he was accepting the greatest advice he had ever heard, but Po knew that he was totally making fun of him.

"What?" he whined. "It's true!"

Li Shan shook his head. "Son, you're awesome at many things, but I'm going to be honest: you just suck at lying."

"The onions are burning my eyes! I have to take breaks!"

"Your first story was better."

Po groaned. "Okay! Alright! I'll tell you!"

Suddenly, the kitchen door opened once again and Mr. Ping saw a sight he did not covet: his only two employees sitting down.

"What are you doing!?" he cried. He clapped his wings. "Orders to fill, orders to fill! Chop, chop!"

The two scurried back into their places at his beckoning, Po continued his losing fight against the powerful and mighty vegetables, and Li Shan against a much easier fight in stirring the enormous pot of noodles.

Po went quiet, expecting Li Shan to ask him about it later, but he seemed to be invested in the conversation.

"And?" he asked out loud.

Mr. Ping didn't know who he was talking to, so he turned his head towards the panda.

"What?"

"Oh, sorry, I was talking to Po."

"About what?"

"The onions burn his eyes."

"That's not what we were talking about!"

Now Mr. Ping was confused. "What?"

Li Shan only started laughing as his son stared at him from across the kitchen. Finally, he settled down.

"Okay, now I'm listening."

Po turned his head away from them, almost as if he was embarrassed at his next words.

"It's about Tigress."

Almost simultaneously, both of his dads' heads snapped in his direction. They then both broke into smiles, and like a pair of children, both made a sound similar to-

"Oooooooohh!"

Po rolled his eyes. "Daaaads!"

He was only met with laughter.

"Ah, this is why I don't tell you these things!"

After a few seconds more of laughter, silence finally reigned again.

"Well," Po began, "I was thinking about something to get Tigress for the Festival. But I don't know what."

"What about something like a nice necklace?" Mr. Ping suggested, "That's something she'll treasure for a long time if it's from you."

"Hmm, I don't know. I don't think she's that kind of person."

"You could try making her something special to eat," Li Shan tried. "Who doesn't love food?"

"Well, that's true, but I already cook for her and the rest of the Five everyday. It's not like they haven't tried everything I know how to make."

Mr. Ping then smiled. "Oh, I know! What if you sang her something?"

Po only laughed. "Me? Sing to Tigress? Only someone with some bodacious guts could do that! I would only get the bravery to do that if some spirit possessed me and it just so happened that it knew how to play an instrument!"

"Oh, who says you need an instrument?" Li Shan asked. "As long as you have your voice, that's an instrument enough!"

"Hmm, I think I'll have to pass on that idea, thank you very much."

"Well, what do you want?" Mr. Ping asked.

Po was caught a little off-guard. "What do you mean? I'm looking to get her something, not me."

"Well, I know that, but what I mean is what is it that you want her to know?"

Sighing, Po's eyes assumed a dreamy look as he stared off.

"Oh, Tigress has just done so much for me. I can't even put it into words. All the way from simply accepting me in my early days in the Jade Palace after Tai Lung to calling me her partner now. Oh, I remember that! She said we made good partners the other day! I can't tell you how I felt when I heard those words. Just think of it! Me, once a waiter at a restaurant, partners with the awesome Master Tigress! And there was this one other time, when she told me she was here for me and that she would always be there if I ever needed any help with anything. Hearing that was just… just…"

Finally coming back down to earth, Po noticed that both his dads were looking at him, smiling. Even Mr. Ping was now so involved that he had stopped working.

When Po seemed to turn around and continue his work, Mr. Ping interrupted.

"Oh, no, no! Go on!"

Turning back around, Po rolled his eyes at his dads' amused expressions, but they did seem like they really wanted to hear more, so he continued.

"You know, I remember the first time she actually complimented me. Yeah, it was early when we had first begun training together. After we finished, we were talking, but I can't remember what it was about now. Ah, knowing me, it was probably something stupid. But anyway, the point is, she told me that she enjoyed talking with me! A hero of mine that enjoys my company!? Now that's something not a lot of people get!"

"Hmm," Li Shan interrupted, "Okay, so what is it that you want to tell her?"

"Oh, I don't even have the words. What can I say? Thank you? That doesn't encompass how grateful I am. And what can I give her? Nothing that will ever really show how much she's done for me. So, there you have it, that's why I've been so-"

Suddenly, Po stopped. His eyes grew wide and he cracked a smile. He suddenly gave a little leap in the air and shouted out-

"WAIT! I GOT IT!"

Annnnnnd, what did he get? What was it that allowed him to finally solve his problem?

Well, unfortunately, you're not going to get to find out. Sorry.

I sincerely hope you enjoyed this one-shot, and I hope that you cared enough about it to be somewhat mad that you don't get to hear what he'll say to Tigress!

Well, I hope you all have yourselves a merry little Christmas!

Keep being awesome!