Christmas Spirit Chapter 8: Christmas's Day, 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!!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE AND ANYONE WHO'S READING THIS. This chapter is dedicated to all of the reviewers of my story. You guys are the reason why I live up to my motto. KEEP UPDATING!!! Anyway, please read, enjoy, and review (pretty please).

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 Eight: Christmas's Day

After pleasant dreams and a wonderful night, Mac woke up as early as Bloo, despite his lack of sleep. The friends of Foster's gathered wildly in a line in front of the only person in the house best suited for the job of Santa, Wilt. Garbed in a (very long) red suit, he gave out the gifts to the various friends that came up to him, sounding a 'you're welcome' when they thanked him.

Bloo had already gotten in line, while Mac waited on a bench nearby, still holding the small, mysterious black box he had received earlier. Since there wasn't a tag on it, he still wasn't sure if it was his, much less who it was from. Bloo walked up to Mac with a few wrapped goodies. He sat down on the floor in front of Mac and tossed him another small gift.

"Wil---ah, I mean SANTA told me to give this to you." It was signed from Madame Foster. He decided to open it first since it had a tag. He ripped off the wrapping paper to reveal a red box. He glanced over at Bloo, who had a huge smile on his face and was nearly attacking the gift, throwing off the wrapping paper in shreds. He opened the red box to find a holly leaf along with a note...

' You are never alone, dear '

Mac smiled but didn't understand the meaning of the holly leaf at the moment. He closed the box and put it in his backpack nearby. Bloo had victoriously conquered the paper surrounding the present; Bloo gasped in excitement as he lifted the paddleball from the mangled paper. He immediately started (trying) to hit the ball against the paddle.

"One!"

"ONE"

Bloo walked off dangerously hitting anything that was unfortunate enough to get in the ball's way. Mac continued to watch as all the friends opened their gifts with smiles and laughter. No friend was left out and each gift seemed to match the receiver perfectly. It was as if someone had already known what they had wanted and had gone with Frankie to go shopping. As the friends filed out of the room to do as they pleased, Mac still couldn't figure out who the gift was from, or for...though he was beginning to think that it was for him.

The schedule for the day was very loose, basically just one big day off for everyone in the house. Another buffet had been set up and kept warm to serve as the meals for the day. This was a day where anyone could do what they wanted without chores cutting into their time. Mr. Herriman wasn't too keen for this idea but he let it pass, to an extent. The friends still had to obey most of the rules of the house, however he himself was busy with the many adoptions that were occurring today. The children came with smiles on their faces and picked out various friends for their Christmas present from their parents.

Terrence woke up from the ringing phones around the house. He groaned and picked the one on the end table up.

"What..."

"Hi, honey!"

"Huh? Mom?"

"Yep, it seems that everyone went on strike for having to work on Christmas, so I'm already at the airport coming home."

"How long will you take to get here?" looking around the messy room.

"In about an hour see you then." Terrence heard her calling for a Taxi before she hung up.

"ONE HOUR!! I need to get the squirt home AND the house clean or she'll kill me!...on CHRISTMAS!!" He grabbed his coat and rushed out the door in a mad dash toward Foster's. Luckily for him, Mac was outside in an intense snowball fight with Eduardo, Bloo, Coco, Wilt, and a few other friends. Terrence ran through the battlefield, getting pelted a few times, but eventually reaching Mac.

"You got everything?" he asked quickly.

"What? Terrence? Why?"

"Never mind! Just common!" He picked the boy up and swung him around his body resulting in a piggy back ride. Mac turned his best without falling off toward Foster's.

"Merry Christmas!" the response echoed itself back as Terrence decided to explain,

"Mom's coming home early." Mac turned back toward his brother in disbelief.

"Really? Awesome!"

The two arrived at the apartment and both (yes, even Terrence) cleaned vigorously, throwing away garbage, resetting the decorations, etc...

Surprisingly, they got it clean with time to spare. Terrence was in the Christmas Spirit and decided to have a conversation with his little brother without pummeling him for responding. "So, what did you get for Christmas?" Mac seemed somewhat surprised by his brother actually WANTING to talk to HIM.

"Nothing much, but I did get this..." he pulled out the black box causing Terrence to shift slightly, 'He hasn't opened it yet?? Wait...how did he get it at all? I thought that old guy took it..." About a million other questions flew through his head that would've taken a few more pages to list. He narrowed his thoughts down to one question...

"Why didn't you open it?"

"I didn't know who it was from..."

"Open it anyway!" Mac, noticing the slight rise in his voice, decided to just open it. He lifted the silver metal chain out of the box and gazed at its sparkle. Terrence had allowed his chain to be visible while Mac tried to figure out who was the mystery person who gave him the beautiful gift; and how to put it on. Terrence got off the couch and helped Mac latch it around his neck and let it slide down his skin beneath his shirt.

'He doesn't need to now yet, I just want him to keep it. I'm being WAY to nice anyways.' Terrence thought as he plopped himself back on the couch, leaving Mac to admire the chain on his neck, which he seemed to enjoy around his neck. The door sounded its lock being undone as the two's mother walked in; she dropped her luggage to embrace Mac who had come running to her.

"ohhh, I missed you soooo much."

"Me too, Mom." His eyes watered with tears of joy and love from being lonely so long. "Me too."

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It was only later that night did Mac realize that Madame Foster had seen Kris also because of the same problem he had. Afterwards he spent more time with her; hearing more of her life experiences as she would tell him. Mac learned from these stories that he and Madame Foster are extremely alike, which wasn't a surprise to many there at Foster's. After all, she hadn't given up her imaginary friend either, and probably never would.

A/N: Extra ending:::: However, he didn't find out who gave him the chain; until a drastic event shook the foundations of their world...

My favorite chapters to write were this one and especially Chapter Four. (Of course XD)

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FINISHED!! WOOOO HOOOOO! Man that was awesome!! YES!! BTW: be sure to check out my next fic, The Adventures of Spyden: Book Two: Time is of the Essence. The silver link chain (dedicated to BuntyBadger from "Friends Forever?") will make an important role in this epic adventure as well. See you there!! (hopefully)