Chapter 3:Santa Hats and Mistletoe
"Well Christmas is a Christian Holiday," Began Sami as she gripped her tea mug.
"Christian?" Sango asked.
"Another religion, like Shinto," Sami replied, "and one of the special days is called Christmas. It's . . . it's . . ." she stopped. "How am I going to explain this? Christmas is . . . a birthday! God's son was born on December 25th and his name was Jesus Christ, so they named his birthday Christmas. Make sense?" She looked around. The group looked a little confused, but Sami was on a roll. "And later, there was a saint, kind of like a priest," Miroku turned to face her, "and he helped people and gave them gifts, so on Christ's birthday we and give each other presents!!" She added with flourish, standing up with her fist out. "Ya got that?" she asked.
Everyone face-faults.
"Um, okay," Kagome started, while wondering when her pen-pal became such a nut, "So when is Christmas?"
"In four days," Sami said proudly.
"And you're wearing the hats because?" Miroku asked.
"The priest, Saint Clause, also known as Santa Clause wore one so, so ya hafta wear one when you give a gift to someone," the blond replied.
"So in four days we gotta give gifts to each other with those stupid hats on?" Inuyasha summarized.
"I think they're cute," Sango said. Sami ran to her bags and started digging.
"Well if you like them, you can wear one. I always keep five or six extras." And a few minutes later everyone was sporting a red, puff-ended hat.
"Kagome, why do I have to wear one?!" Inuyasha yelled.
"At least it matches your kimono," Miroku moped.
"I'm going to get some more tea," Kagome said, wanting to leave the room before the half-demon started taking heads off. "What should I get them for Christmas?" She thought, "Clothes for Sango maybe, defiantly food for Shippo and . . . what would a demon and a monk want for Christmas?"
Meanwhile . . . Sami rummaged through her pack, dropping clothes in piles next to her. "I hope it's still okay," she mumbled.
"What is?" Asked Shippo, completely fascinated by this 'Christmas' thing.
"This," said Sami, pulling a box put of the bag that was starting to resemble Kagome's ever-present pack. She ran to the doorway and pinned a small branch to the center beam. "Mistletoe," she said.
"What does mistletoe do?" asked Miroku.
"Well, if you're anything like what Kagome's letters say, then you'll like this. If someone is standing under the mistletoe you can give him or her a kiss. You don't get in trouble and the other person can either take the kiss or get the hell outta the way."
The room got quiet.
"Tea's ready!" Kagome called from the kitchen. Just as she reached the doorway, Shippo jumped onto her shoulder, pointed up and said, "Look Kagome! Mistletoe!" and gave her a peck on the cheek. Face-fault.
"Nani?" Kagome looked above her and said, "Sami, mistletoe?"
"Oh yeah, you weren't here were you? If you're under the mistletoe you can get kissed."
"Oh, okay." Kagome replied and gave the furry Kitsune in her arms a peck in return. "Tee Hee."
"Well even if you won't bear me a son," Miroku began, popping up out of nowhere.
"Urk." Kagome had stepped out of the way just in time, making the monk plant a fat kiss on the Kitsune's lips.
"Why you – Foxfire!" Shippo yelled, sending a small ball of green flame at the monk.
"AAHHH!! My head!" he screamed as the puff of his hat erupted into a ball of flames. Splash! Kagome turned the now cold teapot over Miroku's head, dousing not only the flames but the monk as well.
"Um, maybe we should take down the mistletoe," Sami began as she pulled out another hat for Miroku.
"No way!" Kagome said, "This is much more fun!"
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