A/N: Okay, I know I know, it's after Valentine's Day, and I'm just now getting to the 10th day of Christmas...I'm an epic fail when it comes to updating, I know. But we're in the home stretch now, and I'm determined to see it through the end! Unfinished fanfics are a pet-peeve of mine, so pending death or incapacity, I assure you I WILL finish anything I start. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and favorited before, and thanks to everyone still following this, you guys are awesome. :)

Me: Dut-da-da-da! I now present to you, my readers, the singer for this line...Morley!

Morley: Glad to be of service. *smirks and bows*

Almost everyone else: What's he doing here?!

Me: Singing, of course.

Morley: *nods* I was invited.

(Arguing and shouting)

Me: *sigh* Never mind them, go ahead and sing the next line, please, before they get too rowdy...

Morley: As you wish, and with pleasure! Let's see...

On the tenth day of Christmas, the Founder gave to me...Christmas cookies baking

X

"So just how many of these things do we have to make?" Shane asked, staring down at the sugared confection in front of him.

"I'm sorry, 'we'? What's this 'we' stuff? Claire and I are the ones baking these." Eve snapped, placing another cookie-sheet filled with fresh baked cookies on the table.

"Hey, I'm decorating them!" protested Shane, gesturing at the various kinds of icing and sprinkles littered around the table, where he and Michael were sitting.

"Really? Because it looks to me like Michael is decorating them, and you're eating them." replied Eve, pointing at the space in front of Shane, where one lonely little cookie sat. Beside it there was nothing but crumbs, the only signs left of its sweet little brethren, all having fallen to the enemy that was a teenaged boy's appetite.

In front of Michael there was a row of different shaped cookies, all decorated with icing, sprinkles, and candy.

Shane scowled. "If they look bad, I eat them! And they all had these terrible shapes to them, you couldn't tell what they were."

Eve pointed her spatula angrily at him. "They are holiday shapes, and they looked fine until you got ahold of them!"

"Yeah, right! What are you using to cut them out, a nail file? They didn't look Christmasy at all! I thought the candy cane was a badly shaped 'L'." Shane retorted.

"You go in there and do it, then, if you think you can do so much better!" Eve sniffed.

"Fine, I think I will! At least you'll be able to tell what they are." Shane said, standing up and stomping into the kitchen.

"Don't eat any of the cookie dough!" Eve yelled after him.

"Bite me!" Shane yelled back.

Michael snickered but shut up when he saw the look Eve shot him.

They stayed at their respective cookie-making stations for about 15 minutes before it became obvious that decorating cookies wasn't exactly Eve's forte. It was also around that time when smoke started coming out of the oven.

Both Eve and Michael jumped up and dashed over, only to find Shane pulling a tray of burned, smoking black blobs out of the oven, coughing and fanning at them.

"I got distracted!" he snapped at Michael and Eve's expressions.

"Shane!" yelped Claire when she walked in, having left him to hold down the fort while she had taken a bathroom break. "I told you to keep an eye on them!"

"I did," protested Shane. "They weren't done yet, so I turned the oven up and started to cut out some more shapes. I didn't think they'd cook that fast!"

Eve scowled. "See? You aren't fit for cookie baking. I now demote you back to decorating." she said, handing him a jar of edible glitter she had still had in her hand.

He gave it an offended look and handed it back. "Uh, don't think so. And who died and made you Amelie? You don't get to demote me to anything, and I am not going to go put unmanly sparkly things on cookies. You do it!"

"What, is that why you set them on fire? Because flaming cookies of death are more manly than just baking them?" snorted Eve.

Shane opened his mouth for another snarky comeback when Claire cut him off. "I'll go decorate cookies with Michael, you two can stay here and bake them. Okay?" she said loudly, rolling her eyes and taking the glitter from Eve.

Claire and Michael sat down in companionable silence, though they could still hear Shane and Eve arguing.

Claire looked up at Michael when she heard Eve call Shane an 'Oliver-sized asshat', to which Shane responded with 'sad-clown drama queen'.

"Do you have any idea why they've been at each other's throats? They've been basically arguing non-stop for the last two days." she sighed.

Michael shrugged warily. "I think they're still mad about those lights on the roof. Shane never did find his staple gun, and they're both still blaming the other for losing the twinkle lights."

Claire squeezed her tube of icing too hard when he said that, making it explode all over her cookie. Michael grabbed a paper towel and helped her glob some of it up.

Shane stomped over a few minutes later with a new tray of cookies, scooping up Claire's ruined one and popping it in his mouth.

"I told you to stop eating them!" Eve snapped, walking in with another tray.

"It was messed up anyway!" Shane replied around a mouthful of cookie.

"Can you two please knock if off?" Claire asked. "We're supposed to be having fun, remember?"

Shane and Eve both glared at her, then each other, though before either could say anything Michael spoke up.

"Uh, hey, which one of you made these cookies...?" he asked, giving the tray in front of him an odd look.

Shane scowled. "I did, why?"

Michael raised his eyebrows at him. "Come on, dude, it's funny but not..."

"Not what?" Eve asked blankly.

Claire looked over and stared at the cookies a minute, before her eyes widened. "Shane!" she cried, her face coloring.

"What?" Shane asked, joining Eve and peaking over Michael's shoulder. "It's a bunch of candy canes, so?"

Michael started laughing.

"What?" Shane fumed.

Eve continued to stare at the cookies for a few more minutes, brow furrowed, before a look of comprehension dawned on her face. She rolled her eyes.

"Leave it to you, Shane," she said, shaking her head while Michael held his sides laughing, Claire stood there with her arms crossed, blushing furiously, and Shane gave them all looks of frustrated confusion. "To make holiday cookies shaped like a guy's favorite appendage."

X

A Christmas tree for trimming

Two roommates shopping

Many gifts for wrapping

Lots of lights a-blinking

One crazy boss!

Four stubborn men

Three ancient vamps

Two nosy boys

And a play I hope no one will see!

Morley: Anything else I can do for you?

Me: No, I think that covers it-

Shane: No, so leave. Like, now. And just what the hell is he doing here, anyway?!

Amelie: Yes, I think you have some explaining to do.

Me: He's here 'cuz I invited him.

Morley: Obviously.

Amelie: Without my permission...?

Me: It's not as though you explicitly told me I couldn't invite him.

Oliver: This is getting ridiculous...

Myrnin: I agree, he was even more tone-deaf than the last one!

Richard: ...*sigh*

Theo: Pleasant to see you, Morley.

Morley: And you too, Doctor. And is that Claire? Nice to see you, too, m'dear.

Claire: *sighs* Hi...

Eve: I can't believe I'm saying this, but I agree with Oliver, this is ridiculous! What is he doing here?

Michael: Erm, yeah...why did you invite him...?

Me: Because I find him amusing, and it annoys me to no end that his name isn't an option on the Fanfiction character list. Also, you guys have been giving me such grief over singing this whole time, and I knew he would aggravate you. Are we quite done?

(Shouting, arguing, and protests from all)

Morley: I do think so.

Me: Good. And the hint for the next line? Mistletoe.

A/N: And there we have it. :) The chapter itself was short, though the choir is really getting restless...hopefully they won't kill each other in two more days. Hope you guys liked it! ^_^

Song Suggestion: 'Wonderful Christmas Time' (Either the old version or the newer one, take your pick)

Read and review, please, that always encourages me! :)

Edit (December 2014): A few minor edits, mostly fixing some punctuation.