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!!
smack head against keyboard I'm sorry for taking SOO long to update! I've been attacked by homework and some undesirable grades. And so Here I go.
Oh, when you read this A.nonymous, welcome back from your trip!
Foster's is not owned by me…:'(
And neither are the carols I mention…:'((
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Chapter Seven: Christmas's Eve
The Friends had come home from their caroling and quickly hung their ornament on the large tree before going to bed; thus ending the last day before Christmas Eve. Wilt once again hung Mac's ornament for him as Bloo literally threw his onto the tree and raced of the find Mac. He heard the sounds of bells behind him, Jingle appeared next to him soon after.
"Whatcha doin'?"
"I'm trying to find Mac."
Jingle 'pondered' a moment and replied, "I think he's on the roof, have you checked there?" Bloo stopped abruptly, causing Jingle to nearly slip.
"Are you CRAZY?? Why would Mac go there? The last time we were up there, we got lost and I almost missed dinner."
"Where else would he be then?" Bloo searched for the answer. He couldn't find it, so he dashed off, following Jingle's advice to go to the roof. Jingle didn't follow; however, he glanced at a nearby clock. It read '12:37'; Christmas Eve.
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Mac gazed at the full moon, its face shining down on him. He sighed, causing a cloud to appear and drift away in front of him. He heard the door open. He turned to see his creation standing at the base of the staircase leading down to the roof. Mac then turned back to gaze at the moon again. "Hey Bloo."
"Oh so NOW you want to talk to me, huh? Well, fine, have it your way." He sat beside Mac and leaned against the bars. He gazed at the moon with Mac. He was hypnotized by its shining beauty for a few seconds before he was bored with it. "What is wrong with you, man? You're so boring all-of-the-sudden. You've been like, a…a zombie or something. Wait, that must be it!" He jumped away from Mac. "YOU'RE A ZOMBIE!!" He grasped Mac collar and shook him, "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MAC!!??!!"
Mac soon became dizzy from Bloo's threat. "Quit it Bloo" he chuckled slightly.
"Zombies can't laugh, can they?"
"No, Bloo, they can't. That means I am NOT a Zombie." Mac replied calmly.
"I'm sure that what you WANT me to think, you…you…Zombie!" Mac sighed, becoming more and more tired from lack of sleep. He got up and walked past Bloo and up the stairs, heading for bed.
"And just where do you think YOU'RE going, mister." Bloo caught up to him.
"Bloo, not now, please. I'm tired and I want some quiet."
"But you've been sitting on the roof for God-knows how long. It's pretty quiet up there you know."
"You just don't get it, do you?" he sighed.
"Wait, I know that face…you've lost something, haven't you?"
"Not really."
"How can you 'not really' lose something and look like that."
"It's kinda hard to lose something you don't think you have ever had it to begin with." Mac took Bloo's hand gently and led him to his bed (which was also Bloo's room) "Would you sleep with me tonight? I kinda feel…alone." Bloo looked at his creator's distraught face; He looked like someone had just died. Bloo changed his tone to one of slight worry.
"Anything for you buddy." The two climbed into the cot and pulled up the covers as Mac pulled Bloo closer like a blanket. Bloo was almost asleep when he took a last glance at his creator before he saw him again in the morning. Bloo was filled with empathy and sorrow as he watched a single, solitary tear roll down his face. Bloo wiped it off the boy's cheek before drifting off to dreamless sleep.
'What's wrong with him…?'
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The next day was greeted by the holiday cheer rising up in every friend in Fosters. This was quickly followed by the set up of the Christmas Eve afternoon party. Starting at five with appetizers, dinner at six, dessert at seven, karaoke at eight, and ending at nine with the placing of the star by a special someone in the house. And of course there will be Holiday Music playing and dancing all in between.
Mac was helping in the kitchen with Frankie, Wilt and a few other friends. Frankie was extremely happy, not just because of the holidays, but also because this was on of those few days that she actually got help with the cooking. The clock struck noon as the entire house seemed to quiet down.
Bells could be heard, not jingle bells, but powerful, low key bells. The bells made an age old hymn that could be heard throughout the city if one listened. The Carol of the Bells sounded as a set up choir sung,
Hark! How the Bells
Sweet Silver Bells
All seem to say,
Throw cares away.
Christmas is here
Bringing good cheer
To young and old
Meek and the bold
Ding, dong, ding, dong
That is their song
With joyful ring
All caroling
One seems to hear
Words of good cheer
From ev'rywhere
Filling the air
O how happy are their tones
Gaily they ring
While people sing
Songs of good cheer
Christmas is here
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas
On, on they send
On without end
Their joyful tone
To ev'ry home
The song repeated once more, finally ending in a single bell tolling in the air. Mac felt very relaxed when listening to the carol before he asked Frankie,
"Why hasn't the last bell stopped ringing?" Frankie returned to preparing the upcoming appetizers.
"The bell is used as a beacon for those who don't have a place to stay for Christmas. During this time of year, we have many guests both human and imaginary. It's important that everyone can celebrate Christmas in good cheer."
"Wow." Mac said in awe. He didn't know that Foster's did this much for this time of year. It was almost like they were trying to impress someone…
"Well I'm impressed." Jingle had chimed in a few seconds of listening to Frankie. The preparations continued as the Christmas tree room soon became the scene of a dance extravaganza. Even Mr. Herriman was allowing the party to run as it pleased; he just made sure that no one got hurt or broke any standing rules of the house that the party didn't allow.
Every kind of food you can possibly think of was placed on the buffet line consisting of four extremely long tables. Then the dinner was filled with even more scrumptious food. Everyone was having a great time, including Mac. I mean really, who can NOT have a good time at a party when there's food and friends all around you. Dessert was no exception as tray upon tray of cookies, cakes, candies, and other sweets made its way from the kitchen. Mac's eyes widened with anticipation as he tried to lunge at the sugar cookies. Bloo was barely able to hold him back.
"Whoa there, Mac! The cookies will come to YOU. Just hang on a sec." Bloo knew very well that Mac couldn't resist sugar. It was one of Mac's only weaknesses, one of which he might take advantage of in the future…(A/N: this is actually true in the show, check out its episode listing for "Partying is Such Sweet Soiree")
Sure enough the cookies came to him and Mac quickly devoured, no, INHALED several cookies and other sugar-based sweets. Dessert was finished as the Karaoke started with Jingle on the stage with the microphone.
"You guys ready to dance!!??" the nearly shouted. A strong approval came from nearly everyone as many friends tore themselves away from the table onto the dance floor.
"Now here's my favorite song, just to kick things of!!" Jingle started bouncing, resulting in a Jingle for the song. The band quickly caught on as Jingle sang…
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun.
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time
Dancing and prancing in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air.
What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time
To go gliding in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and a-mingle in the jingling feet
That's the jingle bell,
That's the jingle bell,
That's the jingle bell rock.
The song ended in a round of applause for their newest resident at Foster's. Mac hadn't danced however, he was too busy finishing off what was left of the deserts. When the desserts were gone, Mac had returned to his normal, calm demeanor. But the longer he stayed the more depressed he got. He didn't want to be here, as great as it was with all of its sweets and friends around him; he just wanted to be with his family. Was that so wrong?
Jingle watched Mac retreat into the next room, quickly handing the mic to someone else he jumped of the stage and ran after him.
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Mac walked on, soon noticing the chill in the air as a light flurry of snow whisked around him. He turned to see Kris standing behind him.
"Kris?"
"Yep, that's me. Why aren't you in there with the others? You know that Jingle fellow isn't a bad singer…" Mac's gaze fell to the floor,
"I just want to be with my family, but I don't think that anyone would care, especially if my family doesn't want to be together." Kris cocked an eyebrow.
"Well, why don't you see for yourself…" He raised his staff, carrying the two away with the wind and a shimmer. Mac found himself in a hotel room as its door opened to reveal his mother.
"Mom?" She looked tired, she lugged in her briefcase and shut the door. She sat down on her bed and grabbed a picture of Terrence and Mac, one of the few pictures where the latter wasn't getting attacked. She sighed,
"Why does this have to happen? I should be at home, with my babies…"she smiled as she stared at the picture, her cell phone rang.
"Hello? How are yo…what was that? In an hour…but sir…but…yes sir." She hung up the phone before grabbing her briefcase and heading out the door.
"I hope Mac is having a better Christmas than I am." Mac had never realized how much she works to keep the food on the table and buy what we want. Kris knelt down and put his hand on Mac's shoulder.
"I am somewhat of a psychiatrist, and I'm willing to guess that there's only one thing she wants for Christmas." Mac looked at him, "All she wants is to be with you. She probably wishes it every day, that she could be more of a mother to you."
"It sometimes doesn't seem that way…"
"But she does, she loves you more than anything in the world. Which is why she had to make a choice. Either work, so you could grow healthy and strong, or spend more time with you and risk your life. She wants you to make the most out of your life." Mac steered his eyes away from Kris, but he knew what the boy was going through…
"You know, you're not the first kid I've seen who in your position." Mac was picked up and put into a comfy chair that appeared from nowhere. "One of my Granddaughters, at your age, went through the exact same feeling of loneliness and loss during this season. She almost lost the will to live. I visited her and tried many different things to get her out of it, but she wouldn't budge. Then suddenly, she just came out of her hole with anew. It took me awhile to realize it, but she had figured out the meaning of Christmas, which is the same as the meaning of life."
"What is it?"
"Love." Mac's face seemed to brighten up after the word was said.
'It's all about love, why didn't I see it before. All around me at Foster's, they have been setting up everything and doing the events the held to show that love in a way that everyone can understand. It's all because of love that we give gifts, spend time with family and friends alike, dance, eat feasts, and just have a good time. It all makes sense now.'
Kris noticed Mac's expression change into one of joy and relief, as the cloud that had been hanging over him was lifted. He looked at the clock in the hotel room, '11:50'.
"Oh! Well it seems I have to get going, which means you should too." He rose his staff as the familiar snow rushed around them again. Only Mac returned as he found himself on the roof. He looked for Kris around him but only found snow…and a holly leaf on the ground. He picked it up as he looked toward the full moon. He thought he saw something blocking the moon's light along with a jolly laugh and the sound of jingle bells. Mac noticed he was holding a small box in black wrapping paper. He recognized it from under the tree, but how did it get into his hands?
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A/N: Well, what do you think? This official took forever…anyway the next chapter is the last chapter. Hope you like it!! XD
Please read and Review!!
Final Chapter: Christmas's Day: Christmas Day has finally arrived. See what happens in Foster's home during such times. Who's gonna be Santa this year? And some other stuff I don't feel like typing… XD