Epsilon eyed the small pile of presents that lay in front of the Reds and Blues. "Uh.. I can't exactly open mine.."
"I'll do it," Tucker went to his present.
Santa smirked, "It's worth as much as you."
Tucker unwrapped it, snickering at what was inside. "Well, Church, you're worth as much as rocks! Wow, Santa couldn't even bother with coal!"
"What!?" Epsilon flashed to the present, looking at its contents. "Oh, come on!"
"Santa's a dick. It's official!" Tucker laughed, moving to his present. He opened it, looking inside. It was a poster of Felix. "What the fuck?" Looking closer, there were faint target lines, the bull's eye in Felix's head. "This is the best gift ever!"
"Of all time," Wash added, looking at his own gift. "Hmm.." He opened it, eyes widening a little in surprise and embarrassment.
"What is it?" Tucker asked.
"Uh.. I-It's nothing, really." Wash nodded rapidly, hiding his new kitten stuffed animals and posters behind his back, gesturing for them to continue.
"Okay.." Grif opened his, and there was an Oreo box. "Sweet!" He opened the box, preparing for a tasty treat. His heart dropped when he found the box completely empty.
"Haha! Looks like Santa could be a very valuable member of Red Team!" Sarge commented, "He's even got the colors!" He opened his present, finding a bottle of headlight fluid. "Huh."
"Ooh! Nice!" Donut looked at Sarge. "Let's see.." His present was video camera. "Now I can make those home cooking videos!"
"Sweet!" Simmons called out, looking at his gift. It was.. Oh holy shit! Delta?
"Delta?" Washington asked, uis present locked away.
"Hello, Washington," Delta greeted. "I am.. confused as to how I got here."
"Well, I guess it remains a mystery," Santa said.
"Ooh! Ooh!" Caboose called, "My turn! My turn!" He opened his present, finding crayons, a doughnut, and picture of Church. "THANK YOU SANTOON CLAWSEY!"
"Why would Santa have Delta?" Epsilon asked.
"I don't know..." Wash looked at the fat red man standing nearby. What are you hiding?
"Well, I believe you spent enough time here," Santa declared. "If you stay much longer I won't finish everything in time for Christmas!
"Yeah, we should go," Tucker said, moving outside. "We just came here to get Caboose, anyways."
Washington looked at Santa, then at Tucker. "Yeah. I think that would be best."
"Can we leave Grif here?" Sarge asked.
"Can I stay?" Grif asked, looking at all the candy.
"I'm afraid not, there's no room," Santa sighed.
"Oh, come on, let's just go," Epsilon said, also outside now.
"Okay," Grif muttered unhappily as everyone made their way to the warthogs.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOODBYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." Caboose yelled, voice slowly drowned out as he was driven further away.