Where Have All The Decorations Gone?
Conclusion

Disclaimer: Once again, nothing of Stargate belongs to me.

A/N: Hahaha… I just noticed that in Part II in the author's note I wrote "The O.C (C zone)". I meant "The (O)O.C. Zone". There's a community college around here that's called OCC… I get confused a lot… Anyhow, happy holidays and I hoped you've enjoyed this wacky story! (Sorry it's so short. I just remembered that I should be studying for exams. And so, I might write a "Conclusion Expansion" sometime next week or the week after. But, this is the story and this is how it is!)

Setting: Christmas Day! the base

Flashback

"I don't believe it," General Hammond said, "He's…"

Flash forward

"He's SINGING!"

The General stepped a couple of feet out more and strained his ears to hear this noise.

"Wait, he's not singing. He's screaming!"

He dashed off toward the sound and ended up in the Gateroom where he saw Jack, on his knees, screaming at the top of his lungs like his soul had just been sucked out.

"For goodness sake son, get up! Pull yourself together!" General Hammond said as he walked over to him.

Pretty soon, the whole room was filled with spectators, who usually enjoyed Jack's little tantrums.

Teal'c had to pull the Colonel up to his feet.

"Jack, what has gotten into you?" the General said, knowing exactly what had gotten into poor Jack.

"Christmas is ruined!" he replied in a whiny voice and stamped his foot like a little boy who didn't get what he wanted.

Then, at that very moment, General Hammond realized something. He didn't hate decorations. He just hated Jack's decorations.

"Heck, Christmas isn't over!" he said in a loud, booming voice so that all could hear, "Christmas isn't about seeing, it's about feeling! As long as we're all together, that's good enough for me!"

Jack's eyes began to light up and his sullenness was transformed into high voltage energy (eh… makes him sound like a battery). He grabbed the General's head and kissed him right smack on the forehead.

"You're right!" Jack yelled out, "You're right!"

Teal'c smiled at his friend's sudden happiness. Sam and Daniel joined Teal'c and watched as their favorite colonel bounced around yelling tidings of joy to everyone.

"You know," General Hammond said with a smile (nothing evil about it, mind you), "Even though we don't need them, we could still put decorations up."

Jack stopped and turned around, "I think I have some leftover decorations in my basement! I can make a Winter Wonderland in no time!"

The General didn't want to know what kind of "leftover" decorations Jack had. If they were leftover, they were probably more hideous than the ones that made it out here.

"NO!" he said, "Decorations will be put up on two conditions. One, we ALL decorate, not just Jack. Two, someone, anyone BUT Jack, picks out the decorations!"

Sam volunteered Janet to bring the decorations since the good Doctor hadn't arrived yet and called her to bring all the decorations she could fit into her car. And, of course, to bring Cassie along so she could decorate the SG tree… which soon became a yearly tradition.

And so… everyone on base was happy again and enjoying all the glorious festivities— even General Hammond. They danced the night away, exchanged gifts, and wished each other wishes of joyful delight!

Meanwhile… on a planet in a galaxy far, far away…

The red-glowing-eyed, hooved dictator sat on his throne of marshmellowy goodness with his henchman, the pirate Santa, sitting by his side. The people of this land were afraid of their brilliant new god. All through the night, they trembled as they heard a message echoing throughout the land:

"Merry Christmas to All and to All a Good Night!"

The End!

Happy Holidays!