The second South Park Christmas-themed story I've written this hear! Hooe you like! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park.

South Park was a very enchanting sight on Christmas Eve.

A full moon was shimmering high in the sky over the little mountain town where crazy things happened all year round. Snow was falling, making the whole place look like an illustration on a Christmas card. Not a single window in the buildings was illuminated. Every light was switched off as all the residents of the town had gone to bed - ready for the magical day that was to arrive.

All of the children of South Park were tucked up snugly and warmly. They were eagerly awaiting the arrival of a certain bearded figure in a red cloak. It was difficult to sleep when they were filled with excitement over finding out in the morning what he was going to bring for them that night.

Not a single child could wait for Santa Claus to come.

One kid in particular was about to find out if his house had been visited yet.

Soft footsteps came from down the hallway as the single child who lived at this house crept quietly out of his room. He was careful not to make any noise that would wake up his single parent. He knew he was taking a massive risk by sneaking out of bed on Christmas Eve. Not only could his mother catch him, but he could also be seen by Santa Claus.

It would all be worth the risk - if he could pull off what he intended to do that night.

The boy made his way down the stairs, stopping halfway to peer intently through the banister, trying to catch any sign of a late night visitor in his house.

"Santa?" The boy called in his young voice. "Santa Claus? Are you in here?"

The lounge was a glamorous sight. The boy's mother had gone all the way to decorate their home for Christmas. A tall Christmas tree stood in the corner of the room, covered in lights and ornaments with a huge pile of presents that the boy's mother had left there earlier. As he observed the room from the stairway, he could sight of a place of Christmas cookies sitting by the fireplace.

Seeing that not a single one had been munched on was a sign that Santa hadn't visit at their home yet.

"Sweet! Santa ain't here! Now's my chance!"

With a delighted smirk, Eric Cartman hurried the rest of his way down the stairs to enter the lounge. He ran over to where the plate of Christmas cookies sat near the fireplace. He began to shovel them greedily into his mouth, selfishly devouring the treats his mother had made him leave out for Santa that night.

"Man! Oh man!" Cartman mumbled with his mouth full. "These are some good cookies! Dunno why Mom wanted to waste them on Santa! He's fat enough already!"

As the overweight child continued to stuff his obese face, a small shape crossed the room to join him by the fireplace. Mr Kitty gazed up at the boy with hungry eyes. The cat was hoping to get a share of the Christmas cookies.

"Meow!"

Cartman glared down at the family's pet cat. "No, Kitty, these are MAH Christmas Cookies!"

"Meow!"

"No, Kitty!" Cartman's irritated tone raised in pitch. "That's a bad Kitty!"

The cat hissed angrily.

"NO, KITTY, THESE ARE MAH CHRISTMAS COOKIES! BAD KITTY!"

As he screamed at the top of his lungs, Cartman picked up a porcelain snowman that was sitting by the fireplace. Mr Kitty screeched in alarm as the boy threw it in her direction. The cat managed to run away get in time as Cartman flung the snowman straight at her. The festive ornament just missed the feline by a margin as it struck the wall to shatter into a thousand pieces.

With his furry pest dealt with, Cartman went back to munching away on the cookies that were meant to be for Santa.

"Man! These cookies kick ass!" he mumbled. "Almost as much as Cheesy Poofs!"

Upstairs, Liane Cartman was sitting up in bed. She was feeling tired from spending the entire final day before Christmas making some last minute arrangements. No matter how exhausting it had been, she knew it would be worth it for her little boy who she loved so much. She was holding before her a framed picture of her child. He gazed up at her from the portrait, smiling like the innocent little kid that he was most certainly not.

"I can't wait to see Eric's face when he wakes up tomorrow morning and opens his presents," Liane murmured softly, smiling at the picture of her son. "He deserves abseloutly everything I've bought him for Christmas. He's such a good little boy."

A loud belch filled the lounge down stairs. The plate that had just been filled with cookies was now completely empty as it was dropped onto the carpet. Cartman let off a content slur that you scraped from his mouth - which was now covered with crumbs from the Christmas treats he'd been snacking on.

"I hope Santa appreciates what I did for him…" he said to himself. "If he gets any more fat, the reindeer won't be able to pull his sleigh off of the ground! Then he wouldn't be able to deliver any gifts tonight! All the kids of the world will see me as a hero!"

Cartman stood there for a moment, lost in his deluded fantasy of being worshiped by all of the children, before turning towards the Christmas tree. The glow of its fairy lights were the only illumination to fill the room. Below it sat the presents which Liane had left there earlier. He knew they were from his mother, as he had seen her laying them there earlier that day.

"Speaking of gifts…" Cartman smiled craftily as he decided to do something else while he was out of bed that Christmas Eve. "No time like the present!"

Wasting no time, Cartman raced over to the tree and dropped to his knees. He picked up one of the gifts, beginning to eagerly open it up. He tore off the wrapping paper and threw it over his shoulder. The overweight kid was eager to find out what his mother had given him for Christmas.

He soon found out as he pulled the last of the gift paper away - before his smile disappeared upon seeing what he was holding in his hand.

"No way! Not the gay Mega Ranger!" A huge glare crossed Cartman's fat face on seeing the rainbow-coloured action figure he was holding. "I told Mom to get me the rare gold one!"

Enraged, Cartman threw the toy onto the ground. He proceeded to kick the Christmas tree in all his anger. It felt over to land with a crash on the floor. The spoilt child began to throw the festive decorations around the room, making a huge mess and ruining all the hard work his mother had done to make Christmas special for him.

"Screw you, Mom! You'll pay for this, you bitch!" Cartman spat as he hurled the star that had been on top of the Christmas tree at a picture of Liane. "I'm gonna give you a very crappy Christmas!"

Thanks for reading! Hope you have a great Christmas - unlike Cartman here! XD