Marluxia was having a time of it out in his garden.

"'Grow a tree' he says. Trees don't grow overnight, Superior!" he grumbled to himself.

"DEMYX GET DOWN HERE." he shouted up to the Castle. Demyx was there in a puff of smoke. He was still smiling like an idiot.

"What up, Marly?" he asked him.

"Spray some water onto this tree." Marluxia told him. Demyx obliged, shooting some water onto the pitiful sprout of a tree Marluxia was trying to grow into a Christmas tree.

"Good. Now get out." the gardener growled, opening a portal and shoving Demyx through.

"Merry Almost-Christmas!" Demyx called as he poofed away to somewhere.

"...I've got to remember to grow out the rhododendron and deadly nightshade. They would make fantastic things to put into his cocoa..." Marluxia murmured.

At a random Wal-Mart in Twilight Town...

"I told you! Red and green lights, not red and blue!" Zexion said exasperatedly. He was standing to the side of the Home and Garden section, watching his shopping companions as they tangled themselves up in red and blue lights.

"What's the difference?" Axel asked bad-temperedly.

"Red and blue tend to denote the Fourth of July...or when you and Vexen have your little 'issues' and Roxas is there. Red and green are a traditional color combination for Christmas." Zexion replied.

Axel was so ticked off he grabbed one of the wires and started heating it up.

"Ax! Careful! You might shock me!" Xigbar said, struggling to disentangle himself.

Too late. A blinding bolt of light popped out of the burned lights as they blew out in turn. Poor Zexion got the full blast of it, Axel's arm had been covering his eyes, and Xigbar had his sleeve and his eyepatch to thank for not going blind.

The lights died and they had to pay nearly 1,000 munny to make up for all the damage they had caused.

Zexion was still disorientated.

"Zex? You okay?" Xigbar asked as they walked off. Zexion kept bumping in to random shelves and people, and had to be guided by Xigbar and Axel.

"Of course I am, II." Zexion said, looking clear in the other direction. Xigbar turned his head to him.

"You sure?" Xigbar asked.

"Of course! And Xigbar...you had better not be playing a trick on me. I swear there are five of you." Zexion growled.

"You need your eyes checked!" a random guy in a pharmacist's coat walked up. He took Zexion by the arm and dragged him away to the eyeglass store.

"What? Who are you? Let me go this instant!" Zexion was screaming bloody murder at a little kid holding a teddy bear. She dropped the bear and ran off, sobbing.

When Zexion and the pharmacist had gone, Axel turned a questioning glance on Xigbar.

"Was that Bill Nye the Science Guy?" he asked.

"Yep. I don't get it either. Do you think the writer's getting tired?" Xigbar questioned.

"YES!" the writer screamed in a spooky voice-over from nowhere.

"Geez. Azario needs to chillax." Axel smiled.

"So, uh...what are we looking for?" Xigbar asked him.

"Red and green lights." Axel replied.

"Okay. Just don't touch them, pyro." Xigbar groaned, "My eyepatch still hurts."

"How can you hurt in your eyepatch?" Axel demanded.

"I—I—I don't know! Blame Azariosiza!" Xigbar shouted.

And back to the Castle. (I know it jumps around a lot. So sue me. c)

"Roxas, why did you stay here instead of going with Xigbar and Zexion?" Xaldin asked him.

"Axel said he'd rather go shopping with Zex and Xig, and I said I'd rather stay at home. Besides, Ax would probably just burn everything to the ground before you even got started." Roxas shrugged.

"True. Here, hold this." Xaldin replied, giving Roxas a feather duster. "Dust off the mantle. Lexaeus and I have to go hew some new rocks, this old fireplace really needs to be fixed."

Roxas set about dusting off the mantle as instructed, looking around when he heard caroling.

"Jingle Bells, Superior smells, Vexen laid an egg! The Nymph's old car got caught in tar and now she needs a riiiiiii-IIIIIDE!" It was Demyx.

"WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED TO MY CAR?" Larxene was ten floors down, how could her voice reach all the way up here? And...how did Demyx's voice reach all the way down there?

"Demyx, whatcha doing?" Roxas asked his friend.

"Singing Christmas carols. Know any?" Demyx asked.

"Um...no?" Roxas replied.

"Well here, I know a great original one! It really fits us!" Demyx smiled.

"What's it called?" the dusting teen inquired.

"The 13 Days of Christmas!"

"NOOOOOOO!" the collective scream of despair—from all the Nobodies in the castle—nearly deafened poor Roxas.

"This should be good.." he muttered as Demyx pulled out his sitar and started playing.