Same thing as before, sorry this is late.

I do not own Ninjago.

(Lloyd's POV)

"It's Christmas!" I yelled for the eleventh time that day, running around the Bounty.

"Lloyd, calm yourself!" Emily scolded me as I barged into the game room. She was standing on her tiptoes at a perilous angle on the top of a ladder, supported by Cole, who was watching her as she strained to get the star on top of the tree.

"But I'm too excited!" I protested.

"Slow down, Grasshopper," Sam told me as she walked into the game room, wearing a red Santa outfit designed for girls. And she actually looked really good, too.

"Lloyd! Come help me get these presents under the tree that I hope Emily's done decorating!" Kai hollered to me.

I skipped out the game room and into the hallway, nearly running into Kai, who had a stack of presents balancing precariously on the top of his head, with more in his hands and arms, his eyes fixed on the swaying stack of colorfully wrapped boxes and other stuff.

"Take these." These was basically everything in his arms, and I barely caught all of them.

We sauntered into the game room and placed them under the tree, with Josh, Nya, and Rachel following us, each laden with presents.

I couldn't wait for tomorrow!

(Nya's POV)

For the rest of the afternoon, Lloyd kept bouncing around, unable to control his excitement. You would have thought that he was still an eight-year-old kid, not some fifteen-year-old teenager from the way he was acting.

Finally, night came, and at eight the last time we saw of him was whenever he was scampering into the room that he shared with the guys.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Lloyd's enough to drive one crazy." Everyone nodded in agreement, and then one by one, we each headed off into our rooms.

Christmas Morning

(Jen's POV)

"Wake up, everybody! It's Christmas!" Our door was suddenly slammed open, and we all scrambled deeper under our covers as Lloyd stood in the doorway.

"Uh, Lloyd? Could you knock first before you just barge in on a group of girls?" I said from where I was peering over the top of my blankets. "Because unlike males, females actually do like privacy, thank you very much."

"Okay!" Lloyd took a few paces backwards and shut the door with a loud noise. One second later he was knocking furiously, accompanying with: "Come on! Wake up, you lazy Kunoichi! It's Christmas!"

"Lloyd!" Rachel yelled as she kicked her covers back. "Would you-" She shrieked and fell backwards as the door was flung open with brute force.

"My bad!" Lloyd hollered before scrambling back into the hallway, but not before taking a pillow to the face, thrown by Rachel.

"And don't you dare come into this room again!" she called.

"Are you done?" Jordan asked the Nature Kunoichi as she turned around.

"Yes."

We all scrambled into sweatpants and pulled on tee shirts over top of our sports bras, throwing on jackets after that and putting on slippers.

"Ugh, my hair is a mess," I said as I did a quick examination of myself in the mirror that we had in our room. I grabbed a random hairbrush, not paying any attention to the color of it (for all I know, it could have been Jordan's), and began to rake it through my tangled and messy ponytail.

"Jen, you're not going to meet royalty," Emily said from where she was standing next to the door. Her braid was slung over her right shoulder (because she couldn't stand it over her left one), with strands and random clumps falling out of it.

"I like to keep my wild mane of hair under control," I answered as I scooped it all up into a ponytail once more.

"You don't have a mane, Jen," Emily answered, "this"-she grabbed her braid and waved it around in my face-"is a mane. You do not have one."

"At least I'm not Goldilocks," I retorted tartly.

"The guys are waiting for us, so shall we continue?" Nya interrupted us before Emily and I could get into a verbal battle over who had a wild mane of hair and who didn't.

"Besides," Rachel put in, "it's Christmas."

Emily and I sent one last glare at each other before filing out the door.

(Kai's POV)

Soon after the Kunoichi and Samurai appeared, we divided the wrapped presents up to each individual person, and then we started tearing into them. Within minutes, we were sitting in a sea of different colored and styled wrapping paper with the occasional tissue paper.

The most noticeable ones were this: Zane ended up with a silk scarf that had just the slightest shade of pink mixed in; Lloyd ended up with a massive teddy bear; Jordan got her X-BOX One with a new headset and a new controller; Emily got a brand new trombone (although what she did to deserve that, I'll never know); Jen scored new ice skates; Sam now has books six through twelve for a book series that she started a little while ago called Ranger's Apprentice; Nya and Jay got a new toolkit each; Cole has a new set of weights (like he needs a new set); Josh got a knitted sweater with a reindeer face on the front, so he's now wearing it (he didn't notice it, but there was the reindeer's butt on the back, but we're going to let him figure it out on his own); Rachel has a fuzzy tiger blanket; and I got a large tube of Axe Spiking gel. Even Syber got something, a cute little knitted sweater (courtesy of Jen) that's white with a little snowflake on the front and Zane's elemental symbol on the back of it. And the bird must really like it, because he's wearing it, perched on Zane's shoulder.

"Hey, what's this?" Josh dragged something into the game room.

It was a large wooden box with the word FRAGILE printed across the top in bold letters.

"Frah-GEE-lay," Jay read aloud. "Huh, that must be Italian."

"Like me," Cole added, puffing out his chest with importance. I pushed him, and he elbowed me hard in the ribs.

"I believe it says fragile," Nya corrected her boyfriend. Next to her, sitting on the ground with her face buried in her hands, was Emily, slowly shaking her head.

"Please tell me it's not," she said, more or less to herself.

After popping the lid off the box and rummaging around the packing peanuts, we found out that it was a wax leg.

"Before you ask, no, we are most certainly not keeping it!" Emily sprang to her feet and knocked the leg lamp back into the cart. She put the lid back on it, nailed it shut, and hauled it onto the deck, where she more than likely was going to throw it off the edge. She came back in looking better, and it served to confirm my suspicion.

"But that was my major award!" Cole protested.

"Oh, ha ha, very funny," Emily said, her voice loaded with heavy sarcasm.

After that, it was a very pleasant Christmas.

Hope your Christmas was well and pleasant, and I should add that I do not own A Christmas Story, which is where the leg lamp part is from.

Review, please!