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Tidings of Comfort and Joy

By SuperDupergir

Kenny~

"YOU WILL STAY HERE AND HELP CLEAN THIS MESS UP! YOU LITTLE BASTARDS! YOU WILL STAY HERE ALL NIGHT IF YOU HAVE TO! WHATEVER IT TAKES!"

Snow softly falls around me. It's too late, I'm too late, I'm a failure; The cold air is sharp against my bare face, but I don't notice. I'm to busy feeling sorry for myself. I press my nose up against the large picture window, a small fog building around it. Just inside the window, there are hundreds of Christmas lights, all different colors, blinking in all different patterns. If I weren't so distraught I'd enjoy watching them. They lined the window, the miniature Christmas tree and display, and the sill it sat on. An beautiful angel sat on the top of the tree, one with bright blue eyes and curly blonde locks, similar to mine; She smiled down at me. I sighed, looking inside. There was that new Mezco toy train every elementary boy in South Park wanted; It sounded silly, really; With all the cool new videos games and cell phones that came out, everyone wanted a little toy train. Yet, there was something about it, I wanted it, but, I wasn't going to get it; and there, there was the new Ben Ten© Rocket Launcher every middle school boy wanted, I knew Kevin wanted it, but he wasn't going to get it. Perched beside the tree, in a small rocker, was the new popular new Baby – Doll; She was a beautiful doll, resembling my own little sister, bright green eyes, straight brown hair with bangs cut off above the eyebrows. She was so beautiful, porcelain skin, a frilly purple dress. Every little girl in South Park wanted one, every little girl except for my sister. That doll could do everything, she could talk, sing, shit, piss; Everything little girls love, right? But no, My sister, she didn't want the realistic, Fifty dollar toy in the store window, no. She wanted the pretty, pink ragdoll princess in the back, On the 'reject' shelf. She had pink ribbon hair, with a plastic crown on top; Her black button eyes and sewn – on smile simply enthralled Karen. That little doll was only seven dollars, She wanted it,

But she wasn't going to get it.

I remember that day, December Fifth, when we walked into that store, and she pointed her out to me;

The bell atop the door rang as we walked in, Me, Stan, and Kyle; and of course my little sister, who I never left home alone with my father. The small toy store was transformed into a Christmas paradise; A small tree had sat in the window, I could see town residents, children and adults alike, staring in awe at the beautiful display. Garland wrapped around the shelves and counter, ornaments and lights had been strung from the ceiling. Simply beautiful;

"Dude! Look at this!" Kyle pointed out, we all admired the new train set, a Mezco product, of course; Based off of the real train that had just crashed in New York. It was amazingly realistic. I ran my gloved hand over the glossy black paint that covered the train. I fingered the realistic exhaust pipes, painted gold. It was as if I were looking at the real thing, I was completely hypnotized; Until I felt a tug on the back of my parka. I turned around.

"Lookit, Kenny!" Karen exclaimed, pointing to the supposed 'Reject' shelf, where all the old toys were set. I see old, recognizable items from awhile back; The old Chinpokomon cards and dolls, that old Tiger Woods golfing game, An old Cyborg Bill doll, and the little pink princess Karen was staring at. Her mouth was curved upward, the start of a smile. I could tell through her eyes that she had to have that toy.

"Can I help you kids with anything?" I heard a man say, I turned to see the cashier, I nodded.

"How much is the ragdoll?" I asked, the man picked her up, and checked the tag.

"$6.95" he answered. My heart sank. I had about four dollars, a month's allowance;

"Sorry Karen." I answered, "Maybe you'll get it for Christmas, Santa knows you've been a good girl." I smiled, and turned back to Stan and Kyle;

"Santa isn't real…" I heard her whisper, to herself.

This year, I was going to prove her wrong.

Yet, I didn't; I completely fucked up. It's MY fault. I waited so long; Not that I actually had a choice…Mom got paid on yesterday, the twenty – first, for washing dishes at Olive Garden – and I got Seventy Five more cents. My final allowance for December, I actually had enough, just enough, to buy the toy. I planned everything so perfectly, I planned to come here immediately after school; Get the toy, wrap it at home, and give it to her on Christmas day; Now, I'm too late. Today is Thursday, the twenty second, The store closed about a half an hour ago, at 9:30. It's closed for the Holiday weekend, it opens again on January third. I feel tears coming; I wanted to do something nice for Karen this year, I had too. Of course, I would've gotten here on time, if it weren't for that fucking selfish, sadistic, buttfucking, douchebag;

Cartman.

"Come on you guys! It'll be great!" Cartman exclaimed, as he laid out his master plan; Start a food fight at exactly 11:03, ten minutes after lunch starts. Apparently, he wanted to get back at the Janitor for getting him expelled. (Because Cartman thought it was such a brilliant idea to write his name in shit on the bathroom wall.)

"Dumbass, how exactly do you plan to not get caught?" Kyle asked.

"Caught? For?" He retorted.

"Starting it, stupid!" Kyle yelled back. Cartman laughed it off;

"We'll just have Kenny take the fall, right, poor – boy?" Cartman said, and laughed, "I'll give you ten bucks!" He taunted.

"No! We aren't doing it! We're going to get into trouble!" I yelled, Cartman laughed.

"Right, like YOU'VE ever cared about getting into trouble! You probably just don't want to cancel your butt-fucking plans with Butters, do you?" Cartman laughed. I blushed under my hood, but stood my ground; So what if Butters said he likes me? Besides, I wasn't going to let Cartman get my goat; I had to remain strong, I DID have plans, important plans, tonight.

"Maybe I don't!" I exclaimed, "At least someone WANTS to do me." I retorted, and smirked(even though it wasn't visible to the other guys.)

"Kenny's right, dude." Stan said, holding back a smile.

"Fine! You guys are pussies!" Cartman exclaimed, he stuck up his middle finger;

"FUCK YOU, POOR BOY, FUCK YOU, JEW, AND FUCK YOU, BESTIAL FUCKER!" he yelled, he stood up on the table, picked up his fish taco, and screamed;

"FOOD FIGHT!"

The snow had turned to rain fast, scratch that – hail. It was hard, and cold. I pulled my hood up, but couldn't bring myself to leave the store window. I pulled the strings on my parka closed tight, but I just kept staring at the doll. It was so close, but so far away. Images of other kids cheering and throwing their equally disgusting lunch cuisines at one another filled my head.

"Holy Shit!" Kyle screamed, "Cartman!" he yelled, but was silenced when Cartman pelted him with(What was supposed to be,) a pork chop.

"FUCKING JEW!" he screamed, and laughed, as tears were brought to Kyle's eyes.

"Hide!" Stan cried, as the three of us hid underneath an unused table. Stan tried to wipe the stains and meat off of Kyle's jacket, as he sobbed. I could hear other kids screaming, and unidentified food items hitting the other side of the table. Suddenly I heard the loud voice of Mr(s). Garrison.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!"

I heard screams and shouts coming from the others.

"WHO THE FUCK DID THIS!" (S)he screamed,

"Cartman!" I heard Craig cry, others chimed in with agreement.

"Get to your classes…" Mr(s). Garrison growled, the sounds of doors flying open and sneakers squeaking across the tile indicated it was time for us to come out of hiding.

We got up, and holy shit.

The cafeteria was a complete mess, Mashed potatoes were splattered across the 'Believe' mural, fish tacos were mashed into the wheels of our lunch tables, ice cream was melting all over the floor. It was a complete and utter disaster.

"YOU FOUR!" (S)he screamed, face flushed with anger.

Uh – oh.

"AFTER SCHOOL. HERE." (S)he continued, louder this time.

Oh no.

"YOU WILL STAY HERE AND HELP CLEAN THIS MESS UP! YOU LITTLE BASTARDS! YOU WILL STAY HERE ALL NIGHT IF YOU HAVE TO! WHATEVER IT TAKES!"

And so we did; I mean, we had no choice. For hours we scrubbed, washed, and rinsed practically every surface in the cafeteria. The three of us, I mean, Cartman ran(if you call his fat – waddle running) home, as fast as he could. We, the only three who didn't participate in making the mess, had to pay for the mistakes of others. Stan paid with his father's checkbook, having to repaint the wall in the cafeteria, Kyle paid with his mother's anger towards him, in having to replace three cafeteria tables, and I? I had to pay with the tears of my five year old sister; and myself, of course.

Yes, I did, I started to cry. No, I started to sob. Images of Christmases past flashed through my mind, Sometimes, no tree, sometimes, no gifts, sometimes? No dinner. I could hear my sister crying in the back of my mind. I looked up at the tree again; the Angel was still smiling at me. How can she smile? There's nothing to smile about. Nothing at all! I could feel my knees start to shake; They gave out. I fell the the ground, crying into my gloves. The hail turned back into snow; Heavy snow, it fell onto me. I wish It would just bury me. Can I just die here? That would sure help. Inhuman noises came from me as I sobbed; I sounded like a dying giraffe. I sounded like death itself.

I stopped crying, I couldn't anymore. I sat in silence, for only about two minutes, before….

"Hey kid, are you alright?" I spun around, to see a tall blonde man, I recognized him, from where, I did not know…until I realized..

"You're the guy that works here." I said, more of a statement than a question. He smiled, and let out a chuckle;

"Yeah, I forgot the key to my apartment inside. I'm lucky I have the store key." He laughed again. "Hey, kid, what's wrong?" he asked. The tears started to flow again, so I simply pointed to the window, where the lights were still going.

"Do you need to buy a toy? Is that why you're so distraught?" he approached me, and lifted me off of the ground, into a hug. "It's okay, little boy, I can stay open a few more minutes, I suppose." He said, and opened the door. We walked inside, and I dashed past him, to the back. I grabbed the princess doll off of the shelf, and hugged it. The feeling when I grabbed it, when I held it, when I ran my fingers through her hair; Was the feeling of pure happiness.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, I nodded, and pulled my $6.95 out of my back pocket, all in dimes and pennies, of course. He rung it up, $7.03 flashed on the register screen. My face fell.

"Wha~?" I asked, looking down at what little money I had, he shook his head.

"Tax. I'll just take that off of there.." he trailed off, placing eight cents into the register from his own pocket. He smiled, and put the doll into a plastic bag.

"Hey kid, you need a ride home?" he asked, as he grabbed the key from the shelf behind the register. I shook my head and held up the bag;

"This is all I'll need for tonight." I said, smiling. We walked out the door, and went out separate ways. He got into his car, and waved, as he sped off.

I, however, stayed behind. I took a final glance at the display; Once again looking at the angel, but this time? Her eyes, seemed real, her smile, seemed warmer.

I guess she really is an Angel;

Maybe, a Guardian Angel.

Hell, everybody needs one.

Even me.

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MY VOTE

Lituature Vote: 9 ~ Saw a couple of fixble mistakes.

Christmas Spirit Vote: 10 ~ In this stoyr, I could even read that Christmas spirit is typed into it.