Christmas Spirit Chapter 1: Most Wonderful Time of the Year, I think, a foster's home for imaginary friends fanfic

A Foster's Christmas

A/N: HA! My second fic. I thought of it when listening to Christmas music (go figure). Please read and Review!!

Foster's is not owned by me…:'(

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Chapter One: It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year, I think…

Mac was putting up decorations around the living room for the upcoming holiday, humming some of his favorite tunes as he went along. He would have finished by lunch, if Terrence didn't want to beat him up every few minutes. Of course, he said he was in spirit by not pounding him continually. The keys sounded as Mac's mother rushed though the door.

"Mom?" Mac followed her at a safe distance in case she decided to rush out of her room. He peeked in to see she was packing, "Mom?"

She didn't stop packing as she explained to Mac what was going on. "Honey, I know this may be hard on you, but I have to go on an emergency business trip for the week."

"THE ENTIRE WEEK!! But Mom." Mac hated when this happened, but he should have expected it. It's happened every year since she got divorced. But this didn't stop Mac from feeling a sense of loss…again.

"I'm sorry dear, but I have to go. If I don't--"

"Then the company would fall apart, I know." Trying very hard not to sound TOO disappointed. His mom had finished packing and was headed out the door. A few seconds passed. She then burst back into the house and gave Mac hug.

"You stay out of trouble, you two."

"Bye Mom." His voice trailed off after she had hurried away, then a silence filled the room. He turned to walk toward his room. Terrence had settled on the couch and was remembering the past Christmases that they have had. He only remembered one Christmas when the whole family was together. He had been six, while Mac was one. That was the best Christmas he could remember, before the divorce, then everything went downhill from there. Terrence sighed and got Mac's winter gear, and knocked on his closed door.

"Hey, uh, why don't you just go to that weird place for the week." He couldn't believe what he was saying.

Mac cracked the door to answer with confusion, "Uh, Terrence, are you feeling okay?"

Terrence's voice rose, "I'm fine, now go before I change my mind." Terrence stepped back and held out his hand holding all of the winter gear. Mac poked his head out and checked his surroundings and cautiously took the coat, gloves, hat, boots etc. making sure they weren't booby trap or something. Terrence was getting more and more irritated by how long it was taking his brother to do this. Mac finished and quickly bolted out the door. Terrence stepped out and said something that surprised the both of them.

"Merry Christmas." Mac stopped and turned to the door, a door Terrence had quickly shut. When was the last time he had actually felt 'Merry' about Christmas. He checked his head, "Maybe I am sick…" he jumped on the couch and watched T.V.

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Mac walked through the winter wonderland, watching the snowflakes fall and mingle with the pure white ground. He was going to see Bloo and the others.

"I wonder what they do for Christmas…" He trudged closer and closer to Foster's through the snow. All around him were the classic signs of Christmas cheer, evergreen trees, snowmen, angels, a fat guy in a red suit in a sleigh. When he noticed these, he felt…empty. Something was missing, he just didn't feel in a Christmassy mood, and he couldn't remember the last time he was, if he ever had been. I puff of vapor came from his mouth in a sigh. He passed by a store with Christmas music playing,

"It's the most, wonderful tiiiiime, of the year…"

'Then why doesn't it feel that way.' The Victorian mansion appeared at the end of the block. A smile grew on his face, Bloo always made him feel happy, and complete.

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"So Miss Francis, I trust you understood how I want the house decorated."

Frankie looked at Mr. Herriman in a I-don't-want-to-argue-with-you look, "kinda hard not to…"

"Good, now hop to it. You only have a week to decorate the whole house."

She groaned, this was the one thing she could not stand about Christmas, the strenuous decoration regulations of Mr. H. She walked by the foyer when she heard the doorbell. She tried to push the door open, but it took a little more power to do so then she expected. She saw Mac, and then the snow…

"But I just shoveled the walk last night…anyway, Hi Mac."

"Hey Frankie." Frankie noticed that he didn't have his normal level of enthusiasm in his face or voice.

"Bloo's in the other room playing Crazy Eights with the others." He started to walk toward Bloo when Bloo tackled him

"I didn't think you would come again today!! What about..." Bloo caught himself (surprisingly), "…playing Crazy Eights with us."

"Sure." Coco was by far the winner of every game, closely followed by Wilt and Ed, with Bloo and Mac bringing up the rear.

"This game is rigged!! I say Coco shouldn't win anymore." Coco gave him a ha-ha-I-SO-much-better-at-this-than-you look. Meanwhile, Mac was watching the hypnotic dance of the flames in the fireplace. He thought Bloo had made him complete, but…he still felt so…empty…

A/N: Well, what do you think? This is really fun for me…and I hate typing!!! Please read and Review!!

Next Chapter: Terrence snaps: Terrence rips himself away from the T.V. to do the unthinkable…