Here's a South Park Christmas story from me! Hope you like! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own South Park.
"Okay, children, gather round! It's time to switch on lights on this stupid Christmas tree like we do every year at these dumb parties!"
Mr Garrison's bored voice echoed into the microphone he was holding. It was amplified across the gym hall - which was filled with colourful decorations and laughing children. It was the annual Christmas party at South Park Elementary School. All of the kids had gathered there that evening - happy to be in school for once. They had been enjoying the festive music they'd been dancing to and the seasonal fun games they'd been playing. Now all were gathering in front of the Christmas tree that stood on the stage, about to have its lights turned on.
All except for one child.
"Hey, Cartman!" Stan shouted over to the one kid at the buffet table. "Mr Garrison's about to switch the Christmas tree lights on!"
"Yeah, get your fat ass over here!" Kyle called.
"Shuddap, Jew!" Cartman hollered with a mouth full of party food he had stuffed into his fat face. "Ya shouldn't even be here! Jews don't celebrate Christmas!"
Kyle glared at the degrading way he had been spoken to as usual by the obnoxious overweight kid. "God damn it, I hate that guy!"
"Okay, settle down, children!" Mr Garrison held up his hand for silence. "Let's all count down from five to get this tree lit up!"
All of the children's voices began to fill the entire room. Their gazes were fixed to the tree, ready to see it illuminated with the colourful lights it was covered in.
"Five … Four … Three … Two … One!"
Mr Garrison instantly pressed a button…
…only for nothing to happen.
"Huh?" The bewildered teacher exclaimed. "What's going on? Why isn't this stupid tree lighting up?"
He pressed the button again and again, frowning as he tried to get the lights to turn on.
It was not good. Not a single one of the lights so much as flickered. The tree remained dark and dull.
Loud sulking started to come from the enormous crowd of children.
"No way!" Kyle glared. "That tree isn't lighting up!"
"That sucks!" Stan huffed.
"Hold on, guys! I think I see the problem!"
It was Kenny who could pick up what the issue was from inside his hood. He climbed onto the stage and made his way over to the cable connecting the lights to the socket they were plugged into. He could see that it had a small split, which was stopping the power from flowing to the tree.
"Here's the answer!" Kenny nibbles as he took hold of the cable, his gloved hand closed over the split. "This is what's stopping the tree lighting up-"
That was as far as Kenny got - as his words were cut off to be screamed by a blood-curdling scream.
With his hand now covering the split, the power was now flowing all the way to the tree - and sending electric waves flowing through his small body. Kenny shrieked in pain as he was tried by the electricity. He was zapped several times before falling dead on the stage, his lifeless hand still closed around the damaged cable.
"Oh my God!" Stan yelled. "They killed Kenny!"
"You bastards!" Kyle added, shaking his fist.
"Children! Look!"
Hearing Mr Garrison call to them, the children diverted their attention from him - and what they saw made them instantly forget about what happened to the unlucky poor kid.
Thanks to Kenny, the Christmas tree was now fully illuminated. Red, blue, yellow and purples lights twinkled brightly all over it. They went nicely with the colourful decorations that hung from the branches, as well as the golden star which sat at the top.
"Hey, look!" Stan cried. "The Christmas tree is light up now!"
"It's beautiful…" Kyle remarked softly.
"Sweet!" Cartman mumbled as he shoved another mince pie into his fat face. "Kick ass!"
All of the children gazed in awe at the sight of the Christmas tree as it stood on the stage with its lights magically shining. Mr Garrison observed it for a few moments before speaking into his microphone once again.
"On behalf of South Park Elementary School, we would like to wish you all a Merry Christmas. Isn't that right, Mr Hat?"
Clutching the microphone with his left hand, Mr Garrison held it towards his right one, which was covered by the puppet he often wore there.
"That's right, Mr Garrison!" The rude teacher altered his tone as he spoke in character as Mr Hat to the children. "Merry Christmas, ya little turds!"
Thanks for reading! Hope this gave you some laughs! :)