Pierre hated Christmas, ever since he was but a hatchling he had hated the thought of actually giving things away. What kind of crazy people did that!? Who gives things away when you can keep them all for yourself! He grinned absently; he was too smart for his own good obviously. He swooped down over the large-and at this time of year colorful-city of Pariso.(the dragon version of Paris)Pierre thought to himself as he absently uprooted Christmas trees and burnt down garlands. Every year he had done something to ruin Christmas, burnt all the trees in a forest down, made every Christmas card-maker in the Artisan land go out of business. Heck he had even visited Cloud Nine and shut down the snow generator! But every single year Spyro had made everything right again. "Spyro" He growled. The very thought of the little purple dragon sent ripples of fury down Pierre's spine. He was just burning down another tree(with more hate than usual) when an idea came to his fickle mind. He laughed evilly, this year was going to be different-because this year he was going to ruin Spyro's Christmas!
I–don't know-how-many-miles-away was that very same Spyro Pierre had been thinking about. Currently, he was helping decorate the professor's lab for the annual Christmas party-and it was hard work!
"Just hand me that tinsel there Spyro..ahh that's good now hand me that..oh my! I've dropped my glasses!"
Spyro immediately launched himself off he ladder, performed a somersault, neatly caught the fast-falling glasses in his jaw and returned them to the professor, all in a matter of seconds.
"Well now Spyro that was very clever but this is no time to be showing off! We still have the other 900 baubles and 200ft(200.79ft to be exact) of tinsel to put up!"
"joy" mumbled Spyro without enthusiasm.
The professor looked down at him from his high perch on the ladder." Don't get to excited about it now Spyro"
Later, after a six hour job of hanging up Christmas baubles, tinsel, small plastic blobs that were supposed to look like dragons and never-ending tinsel, a tired Spyro returned to Artisans. As he landed on the soft grass of the realm a small messenger dragonfly flew to him.
"you got mail Mr. Spyro, sir,"
Spyro said a quick thanks and received the mail. There was a postcard and a smaller letter in an envelope. He looked at the postcard first; It was from Sparx:
To Spyro
How is it in the Dragon Realms? Hopefully good, everything is good over here at Dragonfly Shores. Sparkle is really enjoying it too, which reminds me, have you any good ideas of what I should get her for Christmas? Girls are so hard to shop for! I swear I've looked everywhere and I can't find anything! If you see anything that you think she'd like could you do me a favor and pick it up for me? That would be very helpful. I know it sounds weird but this girl is really important to me! Anyway, me and Sparkle are going down to the beach today, I hope its not too bad over there! See you soon!
You buddy, Sparx.
Smiling and putting the postcard to the side, he picked up the envelope. The minute he picked it up he sensed danger. He quickly threw it into the pond. A Hugh blast of water erupted from the pond. A bomb, Spyro thought, well someone obviously wasn't happy with him this Christmas.