Dedication – to anyone who had a nice time this xmas.
A/N - Okay, long story short, I don't like writing fluff, well, I like it, I just can't do it. I'm better at writing angst but its xmas and Boosh deserve at least a few fluffy days a year. So here's me Boosh xmas fic I hope its good enough! Please R&R
Disclaimer – not mine… unfortunately. Neither is the poem Christmas with you,. Which was the storyline for this chapter.
This Christmas I am not alone
Vince was ripping presents open as if it was his last ever Christmas. His heart sank as he tore open the last of the three-hundred-and-two presents. So far he had got skinny jeans, necklaces, CDs, DVDs, his own guitar, many clothes, many shoes, and stuff to customise them with… but not one of the presents were from Howard.
This Christmas I have somebody to hold
Howard only had 5 presents this year, one from Naboo, one from Bollo, one from his Mum, one from his Dad, and one from Vince. Vince had got him a Hawaiian shirt, but it was black and silver. Howard could tell how much pain Vince would've had to go through to pick that up off the rack, and risk his reputation by taking it to the pay-desk.
This Christmas doesn't feel like last Christmas
This Christmas, Naboo cooked Christmas dinner. It was better than last year by a mile. Bollo cooked last year's and it was significantly burnt. But this year the turkey was roasted to perfection and the sprouts even tasted nice.
This Christmas is when I came alive
It was nine o'clock at night before Howard gave Vince his present. It was the new Nicky Clarke hair straighteners, the ones Vince had wanted since they came out, 5 months ago, but hadn't the money to buy. They were bright red with sparkly black stars on the metal plates.
Last Christmas I was sad and lonely with nobody to hold
Vince couldn't speak when he opened the box. He was completely gob-smacked as he looked at Howard. He didn't know what to do, so he did what his imagination was screaming at him to do. He kissed him.
This Christmas was better because I had you.