I feel so bad, I had wanted to post a chap on Christmas! Sorry. Mery belated-christmas or whatever you celebrate!

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Zim woke slowly, the radio softly playing jingle bells. Feeling rather lazy, Zim rolled on his other side to face the couch, basking in the warm air and the scent of pine from the tree, falling back asleep.

"Give that back!"

Gaz's shout woke him once more and he sat up, rubbing his eyes. He didn't sleep often, but he was so comfortable. He look around and saw Gir and Mimi, still under the christmas tree, surrounded by presents floor. Unbeknownst to Gir, Mimi had curled around him and was hugging his head. What was it with SIR units hugging people's heads?

Dib came racing out of the kitchen in his pajamas, laughing as he carried an uncooked turkey. Gaz ran out, intent on catching him, her black silk peignoir blowing behind her legs. She chased him in circles around the couch, both ignoring Zim. Dib laughed and looked back at her, sticking his tongue out. This only infuriated his sister and she lept and tackled him, then tried to punish him but he was using the turkey to soften the blows.

"Take your beating like a man!" Gaz hissed, throwing another blow.

Zim stared in confusion until Tak, who had come down fully clothed unlike the siblings, smirked, "Don't worry. This is normal for them."

"And they're fighting with a dead bird why?" Zim asked, scratching his antennae.

"Because," Dib giggled despite being attacked, "She was cooking turkey... IN THE MORNING!"

Gaz hissed and tried for another punch, "I'm not cooking breakfast and a christmas feast."

"Lazy!" Dib replied before she mannaged to punch him in the gut.

"Truth be told, I think Dib was looking for a reason to annoy her. Despite the painful results, he enjoys playing with his siter." Tak smiled, staring as Gaz crawled off Dib, finally prying the turkey from his grasp.

Zim stared at the two, Dib still giggling on the floor as Gaz huffed and went back into the kitchen and shook his head, "Glad I was cloned and have no siblings to deal with."

Dib, holding his aching ribs sat up, "But it's so fun! Especially when they're smaller!"

"Dib, Zim is starting to think you like pain. You're always doing something to deserve it."

"Hey, I do not deserve getting maimed when I'm stopping you from taking over my planet." Dib hissed, his cheerful mood fading.

"Still, one would think you would be smarter than to aggrevate your scary sister." Zim pointed out.

"Scary? I thought you liked my sister!" Dib glared as he stood.

Zim put his gloved hands up in defense, "I do. But she is scary. And I love that."

Tak rolled her eyes as Dib seethed, "Still, guys don't think their girlfriends are scary."

"Really? Your girlfriend is scary. And not in the loveable way Gaz is, I mean the 'she'll tear you to pieces and eat your remains' scary.",

Tak opened her mouth in shock before storming over and pulling him from the couch by his shirt, "I am not scary! I am sweet. I am charming! People love me! I AM NOT SCARY!"

Shaking, Zim looked at the seething female with trembling, crimson eyes. Dib slowly came up behind her and rubbed her shoulder, "They love you. Everybody loves you, Tak... Now put him down."

Tak relaxed from Dib's gentle touch, setting Zim on his feet. Dib breathed a sigh of relief giving Zim the impression that he has done this many times. It was completely understandable, irkens thrived on praise, being bannished and branded as a defect is sure to give anyone an insecurity complex... besides from him, he thought.

"Dib, did you take the beans?" Gaz called.

Dib rolled his eyes, "No."

Gaz came out of the kitchen, having cleaned the turkey of and set it in the oven (I never cooked a turkey before, don't know how long it takes to cook one), and looked at Dib with still angry eyes, "Dib, wash your hands, who knows what germs uncooked meat has."

"Fine, Mom!" Dib sighed and went upstairs.

Gaz stared after him before muttering, "Dad must've dropped him on his over-sized head."

"Where'd all those presents come from?" Zim asked looking at the tree.

"Santa." Tak replied without missing a beat.

"But that is a myth, Gaz told me so!" Zim protested.

"Well, Gir believes in him. And Mimi does too, she just won't admit it." Gaz answered, having spent enough time with Mimi while Dib and Tak were... preocupied, to know the robot's quirks.

"So?"

Gaz sighed and looked at him, "It's just something for kids to play around with. It's fun. Besides, I know you do it for Gir."

Zim mused on this, "So essentually the myth is a prank in which elders tell smeets to insure they behave by telling them a fat man is watching them."

"Basically, yes." Gaz nodded.

Zim looked under the tree to see many boxes for Dib, Tak, Gaz, Mimi and Gir (those he had brought over himself) and noticed one box that was marked, "To: Zim" on it. Curious, he held it up to his ear and listened to it. No ticking. It wasn't a bomb. He shook it only for Gaz to slap him over the head, "You have to wait till everybody else is opening their's."

Zim pouted a bit before glancing at Gir and Mimi, who still hadn't awoken even with the commotion Dib and Gaz stirred. Too impatient to wait to open his gift, he poked at Gir.

"Gir, you master commands you to wake up!"

Gir yawned and sat up, Mimi falling off his head and woke up as well. Gir saluted Zim before looking at the tree and screeching in joy, "SAAAAAAAAANTA!"

He ran up to the tree, ready to tear into the first present he saw which was for Dib, only to be caught by Gaz, "No, we have to wait."

Just then Dib came down, hands still a bit wet from washing them, "Wait for what?"

"You. You just had too take your time washing your hands like a clean-freak, you weirdo." Gaz spat.

"You told me to!" he gawked as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

"And now you're a whining clean-feakish weirdo. Whiner!" Gaz stuck her tongue out. Zim chuckled as Dib silently fumed a bit and crossed his arms, "Whatever, let's just get started."

Mimi sat up in a proud manner as Tak pushed all of her presents infront of her. Dib had actually bought most of them but Tak had a few of her's in there. Mimi excitedly turned to the first present, ignoring Gir's cheering as he opened his. Mimi looked at Dib as she held a baby doll.

Dib shrugged, "I really didn't know what to get a robot."

"Do not worry, Master Dib. I will find a use for it." Though she did not want to show it and seem as unstable as Gir was with his presents, Mimi loved all the toys Dib had got her and the new child's disguise as she had had some trouble not being allowed in certain places as a cat. But her favorite was the ball of yarn Tak gave her. It was so soft, she couldn't wait to unravel it!

"LOOKIT! SANTA GOT ME A BB GUN!" Gir screamed, waving the gun above his head.

Zim watched shocked, "What? Who would give you that?"

Dib, holding a small box in his hand, snickered, "Santa?" Walking past an irritated Zim, he gave tak the small gift. She tore the paper off and smiled at the little black velvet box. She knew what was inside it, she had seen enough earth movies to know some customes. She flipped it open and took out the diamond ring, slipping it on her third finger casually.

"I had something bigger planned, but you beat me to it." Dib said, looking down.

Gaz laughed as she held up a floral dress Tak bought her, "Wait, she proposed to you? I knew you were too chicken to do it yourself."

"I was!" Dib shot back.

She ignored him and handed Zim the box that he was staring so carefully at, "This is for you."

Excited that he finally got to open his present, he tore it open, biting through the ribbon. He stopped as he bit into soft fabric. Holding it up, he stared at a red sweater with the irken armada symbol stitched on the front pocket."

Unable to read his expression, Gaz shrugged, "You usually wear that weird coat. I doubt that alone keeps you warm."

"Where did you find a jacket with the irken symbol on it?"

"I didn't. I sorta made it."

"You made this... for Zim?" He asked, eyes glissening in awe.

"Yeah. I read all of my books. I got bored." Gaz nodded, trying to act casual, but she couldn't help but smirk as Zim tried it on.

Dib laughed, "You look so stupid in that."

Zim sniffed, offended, "Lies! It is Zim's. And whatever Zim owns is supperior to anything else. Therefore you are jealous of Zim's superior jacket.." not knoing what else to say, he mocked, your glasses are stupid."

Tak pulled Dib away, letting everyone else brag about their gifts, "I have a better idea than wasting our time on him." Gaz groaned as the two began to kiss once more.

Zim giggled, "Watch this."

Gaz looked as he pointed at where the mistletoe hung, pinned underneath a bucket. A long white string was tied to it. Zim grabbed the end of the string and pulled, dumping beans on Dib and Tak. Tak hissed in pain as Gaz and Zim bursted into laughter.

As tears of pain came to her eyes, she glared Gaz, "I am going to get you for this!"

"Me? I didn't pull the string." Gaz laughed, wiping a tear from her eye.

"I already have Zim on my shitlist. You just joined him." She hissed and turned to Mimi, cradling her doll, "Mimi! Get me soap!"

As she turned with Mimi in tow up the stairs, Dib, still covered in baked beans stared at Zim and Gaz, "Was that realy neccessary...MY EYE!"

Gir giggled as Dib took off his broken glasses. Zim frowned and took the gun away from Gir. As she watched Dib check to see if his eye was intact, she stopped laughing. She was falling in love with Zim.

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A/N: okay, this chapter was bad. But it's really just filler. The next chapter is where the action picks up.