Christmas Message

On a starry night, two thousand years ago, God presented His greatest gift to us. Wrapped in cloth and born in a humble manger, a baby that lay in a carpenter's wife's arms would be the source of all hope, love and faith for all time.

Out of the greatest love there ever was, is and will be is Christmas.

From Christmas, came the greatest hope for man, the greatest peace, the greatest salvation and the most wonderful proof that we were and are loved by God, our Rock and Refuge.

So naturally and regardless if you believe the story of Christmas or not, Christmas has always been a season of forgiveness, peace, joy and happiness. It has always been a time of hope, of faith and of love. It is without a doubt one of the most special seasons there is in time and worth celebrating, no matter whom you are or where you come from.

May you all remember that Christmas is not just in December but also in every minute of our days if we choose to remember the message of that magical night two thousand years before: peace on Earth and goodwill to all man. Have a very merry, blessed Christmas and may the Lord bless you all with love, peace and joy now and for the rest of your days.

God bless,
YunCyn.

Message I: Joy & Goodwill

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"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the waaaaay…!!!"

"You mind keeping it down?"

"Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh, HEY!!"

"Don't make me fling the tinsel at you."

"Jingle bells, Conan smells, he's got no sense of humour!!"

"That's it, where're those iron icicles…"

"Hey, lighten up! It's Christmas, season of peace and goodwill! 'Sides, what's Christmas without mangling the traditional carols?"

"I like peace. I like goodwill. I don't even mind the mangling of the traditional carols. What I don't like is the Annoying, the eighth dwarf over there singing it."

"Ironic why you would call me a dwarf considering you're related to Grumpy currently. The height gives it away."

"Woah, DOWN boy! Woah! Hey, remember! Peace! Goodwill! Peace!!"

"I'll give him peace, alright. I'll break him into a million pieces."

"That's not what I meant…"

"Would you gentlemen mind keeping it down? Some of us are trying to get some work done without drawing attention to ourselves."

"Speaking of being related to Grumpy, you done on your part?"

"Unfortunately, yes, everything's up already."

"Great! Then the next step is…"

Woosh!!

"This."

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…you CAN'T be serious."

"Oh, yes, I am. And we're gonna set it up all over the place. I've got a lot more."

"You are aware that you're grinning maniacally."

"Oh… how bout now?"

"Smirking in an insufferably smug manner."

"Good."

"How do I get myself into these kinds of things…?"

"Because I have a couple of Polaroid snapshots hidden in various places of you in compromising situations."

"You too?"

"Unfortunately."

"Where the heck did you get that anyway?"

"Made it."

"Seriously? What are you, some kind of nutcase inventor or something?"

"You're asking him?"

"…right, stupid question."

"No, duh."

"As interesting as the banter is, gentlemen, we have precisely…"

Flip!

"Eighteen minutes and twenty six seconds to finish up and get out of here without being seen."

"Okay! You heard the man. Let's go!"

"WHY are you so happy about this?!"

"Because if I'm going to be blackmailed into doing this sort of thing, I'd rather be happily resigned to it than act like a couple of sour pusses."

"You are not happily resigned, you're being sincerely cheerful!"

"Is there a difference?"

"Is there a- I give up…"

"Wise move."

Seventeen minutes and fifteen seconds later…

Calmly. "I hear voices."

Flip! "One minute and eleven seconds early."

"Damn! At least we got most of the stuff up. The marshmallow shooting snowmen will have to wait till next year."

"…the what?!"

"Not now! Go, go, go!!"

Scurry, scurry, jump-

"OW!"

"Sssh!"

"Gaah!!"

"Hurry up!"

"I would if you'd get your big feet off me!"

"I'm not on you-"

"Oh, for crying out loud, get over here!"

"Oi!!"

The roar of a motorcycle reverberated and soon faded.

A few minutes later, an equally loud roar resounded but didn't fade and instead changed into a lot of foul curses that could have damned the entire world front, back and sideways.

Some kilometers away, a loud snickering emerged as the same motorcycle came to a stop in an alley. One of the two sidecar passengers leaned back, his snickers turning into rich laughter, piercing the morning air.

One of the two people on the motorcycle reached out and whacked the laughing figure behind his helmet covered head.

"Quit laughing like a fool."

The laughing figure merely shook his head and removed his helmet. "Kudo Shinichi, you really have no sense of humour."

Sighing, the other passenger in the other sidecar lifted up his helmet. "Kuroba, your definition of a sense of humour is beyond human comprehension."

"And in plain Japanese that means?"

Conan smirked, his comparatively smaller helmet under his arm. "It means NO ONE has a sense of humour like yours."

"Especially," came a distinct accented voice from the one driving the motorcycle as another helmet was taken off. "When it involves decorating the entire Beika Police Station in Christmas decorations with a 1412 theme." The grin on his face though belied his words much to Kaito's amusement.

"Including blow up dolls of the Kaitou Kid dressed as Santa's little helpers," added Conan dryly.

"As well as a photocopy of Nakamori-keibu's face on that extra large life size blow up doll of Santa."

"Aw, c'mon, you gotta admit that was a nice touch!"

"With his swearing vocabulary, I doubt if Nakamori-keibu would actually be suitable for the role of good ol' jolly Santa," was the dry response.

Kaito sighed. "And to think my Christmas present to Tokyo's Finest should be so ill received by the very people who helped me set the entire thing up."

"We weren't exactly volunteers, you know," commented Conan with a glower.

"Anyway, I didn't say I didn't like the idea…" admitted the dark skinned driver, grinning at the reproachful expression he received from the small boy sitting behind him on the seat. "I thought the holly garlands with top hats that spray artificial snow every half an hour was good."

"…well…" began Conan grudgingly. "I guess the mistletoe that plays "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" when someone kisses under it was… somewhat of a… novelty. Childish as it is."

Kaito merely grinned. "And what bout' you, Hakuba-chan?"

The blonde English teen glared then sniffed. "I'm not about to say that the wreaths that somehow throws out candy canes when someone opens the door was a rather unique idea."

The boy behind the mask of the phantom thief laughed again. "Y'know, this is a good start."

"…start to what exactly…?" ventured Conan suspiciously.

"To a long and beautiful friendship," said Kaito with a grin, one that was wide and happy.

Heiji smirked. "This doesn't change the fact that we're going right back to chasing your sorry butt in January."

Kaito looked suitably confused. "What?"

Heiji just rolled his eyes and shook his head. Hakuba had to smirk as well. "A temporary truce in December out of the season of peace and goodwill… and to think this is also coming from the same person who just added insult to Nakamori-keibu's injury."

"What injury?! I gave him a decent gift!"

Conan smirked here. "A tie with smiley faces all over them."

Kaito just shrugged as Heiji glanced at his watch. "C'mon, it's nearly nine. Let's go get some breakfast then go shopping."

"What are you, a girl?"

Heiji gave Kaito a look. "Hey, if you want to be a callous idiot and break Aoko-san's heart when she doesn't get a gift from you tomorrow, which happens to be Christmas morning, that's just fine with me. I'll even sweep up the remains, wrap them up and mail them to your family if you want."

"…excellent point."

"I thought so."

Hakuba and Conan could only exchange looks and shake their heads as they all put their helmets back on. They hadn't exactly finished shopping either. The motorcycle zoomed off once more.

And behind them, sitting on Nakamori-keibu's desk was a box wrapped in paper with snowflakes printed on them complete with a neatly tied white gauzy bow. There was also a tag attached.

"To Nakamori-keibu,

Wishing you a peaceful, joyful Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

From 1412 and friends."

End.

A/N: Dedicated to Imaginator, Ickaimp-sempai and the Detective Conan fans everywhere.

A/N II: "Joy & Goodwill" hence the funny bits and a tendency to tone down the snarkiness. I think.

A/N III: Let's all just pretend that Hakuba and Kaito know about Conan's true identity and they all know or highly suspect who Kaitou Kid is but aren't going to do jack about it since its Christmas time. And nobody likes to fight at Christmas time.