Frohikernip ran a hand through his slick, dead sexy hair and flashed Mrs.
Clause a glimpse of his pearly whites.
Mrs. Clause swooned as the two made eye contact. But the clumsy oath that he is, Byergums bumped into Frohikernip, who in turn bumped into Saint Muldyclause. It was the domino effect.
Santa clause, sprawled out on his back like a turtle, rocked gently from side to side upon falling. His arms and feet in the air above him, wiggling humorously resembling that of a cockroach.
"Oh dear!" Mrs. Clause exclaimed. She bent over and grasped the large man's hand. Her b-
(Back to reality)
Scully widened her eyes. "Let's not go there."
Frohike smiled devishly.
"It can't be more degrading than pale green tights and pointed shoes with pink bells." Langly reassured.
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"Think red French maid suit with white fluffy trim." Frohike nodded. "Hey!! Would you let me finish my story?!"
(Back to story)
Mrs. Clause helped the large man to his feet, who then proceeded to retrieve a plate of gingerbread cookies.
Byergums brushed himself off and suggested he double-check his list.
"Yeah, it's not like he's going to be gorging himself with cookies all night tomorrow." Langerly joked.
"Dear, where are the ones with the cinnamon buttons?" Santa asked, ignoring the comments of the nerdy elves.
"Dear?" He looked up, but his wife and Frohikernip were nowhere to be seen.
Byergums pressed his face against the window, shielding the reflective light away by cupping his hands on the sides of his face. "They're making snow angels."
Santa, in a fit of jealousy, rushed to the door and was greeted by his wife with a snowball thrown at his face.
Byergums and Langerly gleefully rushed by him, gathering handfuls of the white ground into their hands. A full-blown snowball fight broke out, the main target being an uncharacteristically less than jolly Santa. Harsh coughs silenced the happy laughter, and in the far distance, a snowman, 'Cancer Ice' with a cigarette in place of a pipe, came bouncing towards the group, the trail of snow behind him turning a gross gray hue.
"Oh no!" It's Cancer Ice!" Mrs. Clause exclaimed as she clutched onto Frohikernip's arm.
"He has come to stop Christmas from coming!" Langerly added, his little elf body trembling in fear faintly ringing the pink bells at his toes.
"I have a plan!" Frohikernip puffed out his chest. " We'll melt him!"
"He can't be melted! If you puddlize him he'll only reform into two snowmen!" Mrs. Clause, the voice of reason rationalized.
"I'll stop him!" Santa, feeling a bit inferior stepped forward, shielding his wife.
"You can't walk five feet with getting out of breath!" Frohikernip pointed out, Santa's brows furrowed; he had been hit where it hurt the most.
(Back to reality)
"You and me small man, a mile, once we get out of here!" Mulder challenged.
Frohike rolled his eyes in response. "Let me have my fantasy."
"Your fantasy is to be an elf?" Langly laughed.
"I have a better story." Mulder said with pride.
"Oh God.." Scully mumbled as she lit another candle.
"Do you have a better suggestion?" Mulder asked defensively.
"Yeah, let's get the hell out of here."
"You can go right on ahead, if you can even open the door."
Scully moved her gaze towards the door. She turned on her flashlight and directed it to the window that the snow had piled up against. "We are going to die." She stated calmly.
"Ah, don't worry, there will be search teams out here eventually." Byers responded in an effort to comfort her.
"I'll keep you warm." Frohike offered as he watched her cross her arms tightly against her chest. "Instead of worrying about how we are going to freeze to death, lets snuggle, and if we die, I will have at least fulfilled one of my dreams."
Scully raised her eyebrows. Confused yet she didn't really want any further explanation.
"I'll die holding a beautiful woman."
Her cheeks reddened a little and a smile erased the frightened expression that had contorted her features.
"Well, Merry Christmas everyone." Byers sighed.
"Hey, did you guys know, that if Santa Clause could visit every Christian home, which we'll say is 2 billion, with the different time zones, starting in the earliest, it would take him 3 millionths of a second to unload the gifts and get from one house to the next, and he would still only get to half of the houses?" Lanlgy enthusiastically announced.
The four looked over at him threatingly.
"You have a way with spreading Christmas cheer." Frohike spit out facetiously.
"Who sits there and figures out stuff like that?" Scully asked, but then felt guilty for poking fun at him and offered a faint smile.
"I thought it was interesting." He shrugged.
"What's your favorite Christmas past time?" Byers asked indirectly.
" When I was a kid, we used to all decorate the tree and afterwards we would all drink eggnog and huddle around the fire roasting marshmallows." Scully reminisced thoughtfully.
"I used to love watching all the Christmas specials, Rudolph, and all the black and white movies. And every year we used to draw a name from a Santa hat and come up with a stocking stuffer for that person. One year when I was convinced I was going to grow up to be a magician, Samantha made me a wand out of clay. I still have it." Mulder smiled. "We used to make up Christmas stories as well, Samantha and I would."
"Well, tell us a story." Scully excitedly proposed as she brought her knees up to her chest.
"Ok. Uh, hmmmm." He paused and moved his eyes over the gunmen and Scully. "This one is called the Christmas that almost wasn't. It's about faith and the strength in friendship."
"Oh, no, he's getting all soft on us." Frohike acknowledged.
"It was silent in Dcville, and all was still. All peacefully sleeping, all but a girl."
The girl with bright eyes, soulful and blue, had a bad feeling about someone she knew. She lay still in thought, of what should be done, how could she help him if he trusted no one? Her thumbs she twiddled, for an hour or so, and then sat up in bed, exclaiming 'Oh no!' She threw off the covers, and raced to her phone, but was surprised to hear no dial tone. She put on a jacket and her high heeled shoes, and raced out the door to spread the news..
(A/N More coming!!)
Mrs. Clause swooned as the two made eye contact. But the clumsy oath that he is, Byergums bumped into Frohikernip, who in turn bumped into Saint Muldyclause. It was the domino effect.
Santa clause, sprawled out on his back like a turtle, rocked gently from side to side upon falling. His arms and feet in the air above him, wiggling humorously resembling that of a cockroach.
"Oh dear!" Mrs. Clause exclaimed. She bent over and grasped the large man's hand. Her b-
(Back to reality)
Scully widened her eyes. "Let's not go there."
Frohike smiled devishly.
"It can't be more degrading than pale green tights and pointed shoes with pink bells." Langly reassured.
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"Think red French maid suit with white fluffy trim." Frohike nodded. "Hey!! Would you let me finish my story?!"
(Back to story)
Mrs. Clause helped the large man to his feet, who then proceeded to retrieve a plate of gingerbread cookies.
Byergums brushed himself off and suggested he double-check his list.
"Yeah, it's not like he's going to be gorging himself with cookies all night tomorrow." Langerly joked.
"Dear, where are the ones with the cinnamon buttons?" Santa asked, ignoring the comments of the nerdy elves.
"Dear?" He looked up, but his wife and Frohikernip were nowhere to be seen.
Byergums pressed his face against the window, shielding the reflective light away by cupping his hands on the sides of his face. "They're making snow angels."
Santa, in a fit of jealousy, rushed to the door and was greeted by his wife with a snowball thrown at his face.
Byergums and Langerly gleefully rushed by him, gathering handfuls of the white ground into their hands. A full-blown snowball fight broke out, the main target being an uncharacteristically less than jolly Santa. Harsh coughs silenced the happy laughter, and in the far distance, a snowman, 'Cancer Ice' with a cigarette in place of a pipe, came bouncing towards the group, the trail of snow behind him turning a gross gray hue.
"Oh no!" It's Cancer Ice!" Mrs. Clause exclaimed as she clutched onto Frohikernip's arm.
"He has come to stop Christmas from coming!" Langerly added, his little elf body trembling in fear faintly ringing the pink bells at his toes.
"I have a plan!" Frohikernip puffed out his chest. " We'll melt him!"
"He can't be melted! If you puddlize him he'll only reform into two snowmen!" Mrs. Clause, the voice of reason rationalized.
"I'll stop him!" Santa, feeling a bit inferior stepped forward, shielding his wife.
"You can't walk five feet with getting out of breath!" Frohikernip pointed out, Santa's brows furrowed; he had been hit where it hurt the most.
(Back to reality)
"You and me small man, a mile, once we get out of here!" Mulder challenged.
Frohike rolled his eyes in response. "Let me have my fantasy."
"Your fantasy is to be an elf?" Langly laughed.
"I have a better story." Mulder said with pride.
"Oh God.." Scully mumbled as she lit another candle.
"Do you have a better suggestion?" Mulder asked defensively.
"Yeah, let's get the hell out of here."
"You can go right on ahead, if you can even open the door."
Scully moved her gaze towards the door. She turned on her flashlight and directed it to the window that the snow had piled up against. "We are going to die." She stated calmly.
"Ah, don't worry, there will be search teams out here eventually." Byers responded in an effort to comfort her.
"I'll keep you warm." Frohike offered as he watched her cross her arms tightly against her chest. "Instead of worrying about how we are going to freeze to death, lets snuggle, and if we die, I will have at least fulfilled one of my dreams."
Scully raised her eyebrows. Confused yet she didn't really want any further explanation.
"I'll die holding a beautiful woman."
Her cheeks reddened a little and a smile erased the frightened expression that had contorted her features.
"Well, Merry Christmas everyone." Byers sighed.
"Hey, did you guys know, that if Santa Clause could visit every Christian home, which we'll say is 2 billion, with the different time zones, starting in the earliest, it would take him 3 millionths of a second to unload the gifts and get from one house to the next, and he would still only get to half of the houses?" Lanlgy enthusiastically announced.
The four looked over at him threatingly.
"You have a way with spreading Christmas cheer." Frohike spit out facetiously.
"Who sits there and figures out stuff like that?" Scully asked, but then felt guilty for poking fun at him and offered a faint smile.
"I thought it was interesting." He shrugged.
"What's your favorite Christmas past time?" Byers asked indirectly.
" When I was a kid, we used to all decorate the tree and afterwards we would all drink eggnog and huddle around the fire roasting marshmallows." Scully reminisced thoughtfully.
"I used to love watching all the Christmas specials, Rudolph, and all the black and white movies. And every year we used to draw a name from a Santa hat and come up with a stocking stuffer for that person. One year when I was convinced I was going to grow up to be a magician, Samantha made me a wand out of clay. I still have it." Mulder smiled. "We used to make up Christmas stories as well, Samantha and I would."
"Well, tell us a story." Scully excitedly proposed as she brought her knees up to her chest.
"Ok. Uh, hmmmm." He paused and moved his eyes over the gunmen and Scully. "This one is called the Christmas that almost wasn't. It's about faith and the strength in friendship."
"Oh, no, he's getting all soft on us." Frohike acknowledged.
"It was silent in Dcville, and all was still. All peacefully sleeping, all but a girl."
The girl with bright eyes, soulful and blue, had a bad feeling about someone she knew. She lay still in thought, of what should be done, how could she help him if he trusted no one? Her thumbs she twiddled, for an hour or so, and then sat up in bed, exclaiming 'Oh no!' She threw off the covers, and raced to her phone, but was surprised to hear no dial tone. She put on a jacket and her high heeled shoes, and raced out the door to spread the news..
(A/N More coming!!)