Hello again! Sorry that my updates have been lacking over the past couple of days, I've had a lot of work and school and such, but I'm hoping to be back on track by Sunday…. But as always, we'll have to wait and find out.

And for those of you playing along with the guessing game, congratulations to those who guessed that my chocolate was a star for December the second! Now though, you'll have to guess what December the third was! To do so though, you'll need another story… oh wait, here's one! Enjoy!

I do not own the Storm Hawks, they are the property of Nerd Corps.

December 3rd

U.W.O.

I know it's there. Just sitting there in my room, waiting for me... all red, and green, and worst of all, curly.

I can't stop the shudder of dread that runs through my body as I stand behind the controls of the Condor, contemplating the doom that's waiting for me in my room. The others have been asking all day why I'm so tense, but how do I describe the thing that I found sitting on my desk this morning?

I know it's Christmas time and everything, and that I should've been ready for several U.W.O. sightings, but I wasn't prepared to see one so soon.

And it had to make its appearance in my room of all places. It's like it knows where I sleep….

I felt my left eye twitch at the thought, realizing how a U.W.O.'s sudden covert appearance had caught me – Stork – unaware. Since the U.W.O. obviously has the upper hand thanks to its sneaky infiltration of my safe haven, I now only have two important questions to ask myself. Who or what had placed the U.W.O. on my desk, and what could be in it?

Just as I began contemplating this, I heard the scratching of claws on the metal floor behind me. Turning around to greet Radarr, I gasped at what he held in his paws with such an innocent, sincere look on his face. However, the furry blue co-pilot has no idea the danger he has put us in by retrieving such a dangerous object from my room. Worse yet, It was still just as rectangular and box like as before, and it's red and green covering seemed to look even brighter than it had this morning. Worst of all though, its red, green, and white curls were still on top of it, gleaming in the sunlight.

Now he'd gone and done it, Radarr had removed the U.W.O. from the confines of my room, making it free to roam abroad the ship and induce its inevitable destruction. For, as soon as everyone saw the Unidentified Wrapped Object in Radarr's hands, I'd have to fly the Condor all the way to Atmosia just so the other Storm Hawks could indulge in Christmas shopping and drag me along for the terrifying trip.

Marching off to go and cover myself with disinfectants and repellents in hopes of surviving the next ordeal with my squadron, I muttered to Radarr, "Next year, no presents will appear until a week before Christmas if I have anything to say about it. They just bring about my doom." Hearing Radarr's questioning growl I stated, "I'm doomed to be merry from now until Christmas. Thanks."

Hahaha…. This ended up going in a slightly different direction than I originally planned, but I like Stork's pessimistic humour too much than to discard it for happier emotions simply because it's Christmas time ;)

Anyway, hope you all liked it, and I hope that it worked out doing the present tense… I don't really use it all that often for the primary tense in my stories, but I hope there weren't too many noticeable mistakes that detracted from your focus on the story.

Also, I encourage everyone to keep guessing what chocolates correspond to what story / day, as I think I'm going to keep track, and whoever gets the most correct will win a special prize….. More details to come.

~Crimson Fox4