Christmas Spirit Chapter 5: Terrence and the Old Man, 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…:'(

And neither are the carols I mention…:'((

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The next morning after the last chapter

Chapter five: Terrence and the old man

Terrence looked down at his wrapped work of art…more like abstract art. The box holding the chain was harder to wrap then Terrence expected, almost making the present seem like a heap of discarded wrapping paper with a bow on it. None the less, he attached a card to the secured bow that read…

To: Mac

From:

He signed his name in cursive, (yes he knows cursive) making it entirely illegible. He took a bite of the pepperoni pizza he had ordered and plopped down on the couch.

"I have to figure out a way to get this present to Mac, but how? No one trusts me in that weird home after the last time I was there." Terrence looked outside. The relentless snow hadn't stopped and was piling higher and higher to about three feet. The roads were still somewhat clear, but the few that were on the road were not moving very fast. However, looking at the snow wasn't helping him get any ideas.

A knock suddenly sounded at the front door. Terrence didn't really care at first, however it occurred to him that it might be Mac as he pulled himself up, grumbling. He opened the door and looked down at where Mac's head would be,

And saw a green fabric with stars on it. Terrence brought his face up to meet his visitor's and nearly screamed.

"AHHHH!! A HOBO!!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!" He ran in and tried to shut the door behind him. However, a firmly planted staff had stopped the door in its path. Terrence dashed to the kitchen and grabbed the butcher knife, prepared to defend himself from…from…the old guy stepping inside…an old guy…an old guy with a white beard and light grey eyes…and a smile. Terrence groaned in frustration from freaking out over a senior citizen walking into the apartment. His face turned into his trademark, yellow, crooked scowl.

"Get out of here, you bum, before I call the cops!!" he said in his most intimidating voice, which was pretty intimidating…to everyone else. The stranger spoke in a semi-deep, loving voice.

"Whoa there. I'm not here to pick a fight. I just thought you might want some help that's all."

"I don't need any help."

"Anything to deliver, I'm somewhat of a mailman myself." Terrence's teeth disappeared behind his lips, only showing his frown.

"Why would YOU care…………and Why would I trust you anyway?"

"Why would you NOT trust me?"

" 'cause you're a hobo." The old man wasn't amused but his smile still stuck to his face, his eyes drilling into Terrence's eyes, into his very soul. Terrence now showed a look of confusion mixed with a dash of fear as those grey eyes stared into his.

"I believe you have a gift you would like to give to your younger brother." Terrence's eyes went wide,

"How did yo---" He gawked as the old man walked over and lifted his present from the table. He observed the crudely wrapped gift,

"A little touch-up won't hurt." He held it out toward Terrence and tapped his staff on the tile floor. Terrence saw the present unwrap itself and change its colors and designs, then quickly re-wrapping itself in the new wrapping paper. The present was now covered in a clouded black wrapping paper without the bow at all.

"That looks like crap." Terrence said bluntly.

"Ah, but it suits the gift, and matches the giver." He glanced up at the clock on the microwave oven, "Whoa, would you look at the time. I got to go deliver this gift to your brother." He was already out the door before Terrence could realize that the old man was walking off with his bro's present. He cursed under his breath and rushed to the closing door and looked out.

But there was no sign of him anywhere, no even a sound. Terrence faced to the ground in despair, 'how did I let him just walk off like that. ARRHHH STUPID, STUPID, STUPID.' He sighed and opened his eyes, to see a holly leaf under his gaze. He picked it up and, he couldn't explain it, but he suddenly felt that everything was going to work out.

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"Where is Jingle?? When I said we had to stick together, I MEANT IT!!" Frankie was beginning to despise the mall. Every time she went, other friend had to come with her. And when other friends came with her, chaos always seemed to find them. She was there with a number of friends for Christmas shopping. She had to make sure EVERY friend in the house got at least one gift. She had signed the payment for the shipment of all the wrapped (yes already wrapped) gifts to Foster's in a large truck.

"Here!!" He jingled carrying a bag holding a small, wrapped gift inside.

"I thought you said you didn't have any money."

"You'd be amazed at what I find in my pockets." He reached inside his side pocket and pulled out a yo-yo, "Hey, I've been looking for this. COOL!!" He started yo-yoing with a smile, until it came back up and hit him in the nose…

"OWWW! No wonder why I lost this thing. It's a lethal weapon! Geez…" he rubbed his black nose and slipped the yo-yo back into his pocket.

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Later, back at Foster's, all of the gifts had been laid under the tree which was almost halfway decorated with Ornaments due to the Foster's tradition. Presents of all different colors and sizes, from red to green, from big to small, you name it, they had it. Mac was helping arrange the presents under the tree so that they would be easy to see and get to. He spoke to himself as he put the presents under the tree.

"The red one goes here, this goes here, the green one goes there, the big one goes back there, the black one goes…hm?" He stopped to look a small, black box, "hm, weird choice of paper." As he placed it near the outside along with the other similar sized gifts. The night ended in the traditional decorating of the tree. Mac had placed his ornament of a crystal angel about mid-way up the tree, with Wilt's helping hand, of course; afterwards, retiring up with Bloo to their room to sleep.

The hymn of carolers could be heard from outside, and actually soothed Mac into a deep sleep.

A/N: Well, what do you think? This was a fun Chapter to write, AGAIN!! I love this story, and I'm writing it!!

Please read and Review!!

Next Chapter: The Foster Christmases: The Blizzard has come back into the area, leaving everyone just hang out at Foster's and maybe hear a story from Foster's past Christmases. XD