Oshawott was standing outside of his bedroom at the mansion, resting his flippers on the balcony railing and looking thoughtfully into the distance. The soft December snow had begun to fall upon the town of Pokeville, and many of the residents had already set up flashing lights and other assorted decorations. A giant inflatable Sandile Claus was standing in front of his, Tepig's, and Snivy's mansion. As he looked into the clouds, they only thing on his mind was Lilligant, as always. Literally, he had no desire for anything except her. All he wanted for Christmas was her. His contemplation was interrupted by one of his good friends and roommates.

Tepig stepped out onto the balcony, wearing about thirty different sweaters. "Dude." He sighed. "Come inside, already. It's, like, cold out here. You'll get sick or something. Now, come on, you have to help me make my letter to Sandile Claus."

Oshawott turned to him and sighed deeply. "Tepig, for the seventh year in a row, Sandile Claus is not re—"

Tepig put on a tragic face that simply said, "What do you mean he isn't real?"

Oshawott sighed deeply. "Fine, Tepig. Let's go see what you want this time."

Just as the two were about to finish Tepig's letter, Snivy came home, looking not-at-his-best.

Snivy had a black eye and a bruise on his tail. He was muttering unintelligible profanities.

"Looks like someone's in the holiday spirit." Oshawott remarked sarcastically.

Snivy folded his arms. "Can it, Oshawott. I just deemed my girlfriend—former girlfriend—unworthy of my affection."

"Sure she didn't dump you?" Oshawott asked. "I mean, 'deem you unworthy of her affection?'"

Snivy shook his head. "No girl has ever broken up with me. No girl wouldn't want this." He pointed to his own body.

"Then why are so beat up, dude?" Tepig inquired. "What happened?"

"Oh, uh, I…" Snivy stammered. "I tripped over a broken piece of glass on my way here and fell onto a… anvil? Yeah, an anvil."

Oshawott facepalmed. "Mm-hmm."

Tepig was shown still doodling on his paper. "And a big… hard… long…"

Oshawott and Snivy began to snicker pervertedly.

"…Statue of myself." Tepig finished suspiciously. "What did you dudes think I was going to say?"

Oshawott shrugged, feigning innocence.

Snivy muttered a curse and retreated to his bedroom. "If either of you need me, I'll be in my room, carefully avoiding all that is the garbage of Christmas."

"Lighten up, Smugleaf!" Oshawott called after him. His watch made a beeping sound. "Aw, crap, is that tonight?"

"What's tonight, man?" Tepig inquired, still filling out his rather lengthy list.

"The annual Week-Before-Christmas sale over at Bullseye." Oshawott replied. "I still have to get stuff for you, Snivy, Lilligant, Lilligant, and Lilligant."

"You can just skip me, dude!" Tepig assured. "Sandile Claus'll bring me all I want."

Oshawott looked behind him as if to defy him, but decided it was simply one less gift for him to spend money on and continued out the door.

A common setting depicting a regular Sandile dressed up as Sandile Claus taking pictures with young children—and slutty attractive woman.

Oshawott, having driven to the mall for much more than Christmas shopping, was watching this from behind a cardboard tree, licking his lips whenever a more attractive girl approached the jolly plump elf. He was startled by a familiar, pleasant-sounding voice.

"Oshawott." Lilligant greeted. "Spying lustfully on random girls, I presume?"

Oshawott, obviously caught off-guard, began putting his mind to coming up with an excuse. "I, uh… was, um…"

Lilligant giggled. "It's okay, dude. I was staring at the guys over at Aerocrombie and Mitch a while ago."

Oshawott blushed and nodded. "Yeah… so, um, what brings you to this fine Pokeville mall?" He asked, desperate to change the subject.

Lilligant sighed deeply. "Why everyone else is here, of course. Doing some shopping, of course. Christmas is way too commercialized these days. But, y'know, I still have to do my share and give and crap."

Oshawott nodded. "I have to give the guys something, as always. Though, usually, Snivy just gets me absolutely nothing, thinking he's too good to give, and Tepig just expects Sandile Claus to get me something."

Lilligant bit back laughter. "He's a grown Pokemon and still believes in Sandile Claus?"

"Yep." Oshawott confirmed. "I've had to lie to him all these years so he doesn't break into a crying fit, like what happened when we were twelve."

"What happened when you were twelve?" Lilligant asked curiously.

A flashback of Tepig's childhood house, decorated heavily for the holidays, was shown.

A young Tepig was shown going up to his older brother, a tall and strong-looking Pignite. "Brother, when will Sandile Claus be here?"

The Pignite smacked Tepig across the face. "Sandile Claus isn't real, you wimp!" He let out a devious laugh.

Tepig then ran with tears in his eyes all the way to Oshawott's house. When there, he burst into Oshawott's room and began blubbering about the existence of Sandile Claus.

The scene flashed forward to the present.

"So… yeah." Oshawott concluded. "It took me about a week to calm him down. I even had to force Snivy and some Sandile from school to pull off some sort of sleigh scene."

Lilligant nodded. "The holidays aren't always cheer and holly, you know."

Oshawott looked to the floor, depressed. "What do you mean?"

"I never really got a real Christmas." Lilligant confessed. "As a kid, my mom was always working, and my dad was…" She bit her lip. "…Gone. I always celebrated Christmas by myself. I guess once I grew up, I got too used to it, and now I won't let anyone get close to me on Christmas. You've seen how I never attended the office party back when we still worked there. I usually spend both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day alone."

"Oh…" Oshawott muttered in meek response. "Gotcha. Are you, um, doing anything special this year, though?"

"My sister invited me over to her house for a few days, surprisingly." Lilligant shrugged. "I guess she wants to make up for being such a bitch to me when we were younger."

"You never mentioned a sister before." Oshawott realized, licking his lips at the idea at identical twins. "I thought you were an only child, like me."

Lilligant shook her head. "Like I just said, she doesn't really deserve to be mentioned. Even now, she wants me to leave the day before Christmas Eve so she can spend Christmas with her sleazy boyfriend. I'm actually buying a gift for her right now; I leave for her place tonight."

"What're you getting her?" Oshawott inquired.

Lilligant took out a CD sporting a picture of Justin Bidoof on the cover. "She hates JB, so I thought this might be perfect for her."

Oshawott stifled a chuckle. "Nice, Lilligant."

Suddenly, an employee hung a piece of mistletoe above them and smirked.

The two blushed, but Oshawott put on a satisfied grin.

They leaned in to share a sweet smooch, but were interrupted by the sound of a childish shriek.

Tepig was running around the mall, chasing a Sandile dressed as Sandile Claus.

"Get away, kid!" The Sandile ordered. "It's time for my break! There's another guy there if you want to sit on his lap!"

"Sandile Claus!" Tepig ignored. "Come back here! I still have 256 items I want to run by you!"

"Oh, Arceus." Oshawott sighed. "I have to go put an end to this. I'll see you, uh… later, Lilligant." He dashed off to help the poor Sandile Claus fake.

Lilligant looked after the short otter-like thing and sighed. "Ok…" She mumbled and walked away sadly.

Oshawott was shown dragging an unconscious Tepig into the mansion. He was muttering dirty, incoherent things about who he was carrying. "Who the hell chases Sandile Claus at the mall…?"

Tepig suddenly awoke. "What? W-what happened?"

"You chased Sandile Claus for another three blocks after the mall." Oshawott explained. "Then, he got tired of running and punched your lights out."

"Oh…" Tepig trembled. "Maybe I should just wait for him to come on Christmas Eve." His eyes suddenly widened. "You don't think this means I'm on the naughty list, do you?"

Oshawott sighed deeply. "No, Tepig, I do not. I bet Sandile Claus'll let it slide this one time."

"Dude, but just in case?" Tepig prodded. "Is there any way you know to, like, make up for this?"

Oshawott facepalmed, obviously exasperated. "No, Tepig, I do n—" He stopped himself, as if having an idea. "Actually, you could come with me tonight to the, uh… Drive to, uh… Decorate Poor People's… Houses."

Of course, Oshawott did feel some regret having to trick Tepig so that he would help him decorate Lilligant's house for the holidays. But it was better than just telling him the truth, he thought.

Tepig put a finger to his chin. "That sounds cool, man. How long's it going to take?"

"Six days." Oshawott answered flatly.

Tepig's eyes widened. "But, man, then…" He showed a hint of doubt. "I'll be extra good for when Sandile Claus comes!"

Oshawott shrugged. "Yeah, sure, why not? Now, help me get Snivy in on it."

Tepig chuckled as the two climbed the bright white staircase to Snivy's room. "That's gonna be super hard, dude."

"That's what she said." Oshawott joked, despite their situation.

Tepig giggled shrilly.

Oshawott burst into Snivy's room with a crash.

Snivy didn't move a single leaf and continued to snore away under the covers.

Oshawott muttered a profanity and violently shook the bed.

Snivy simply tossed and turned a bit and continued to snooze away.

Oshawott smirked and connected a pair of headphones to a stereo Snivy had on his bedside table. He kicked the volume up to full blast and waited for the desired effect.

Within three seconds, Snivy had heard part of the chorus of "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Deerling" and was awoken. "Mommy, I hate that song!" He cried into space.

Oshawott chuckled. "But, seriously, dude." He sighed. "You're going to help me and Tepig decorate Lilligant's house and you are going to like it… okay, maybe, you won't like it, but still."

Tepig frowned. "I thought we were going to decorate a poor person's home."

Oshawott blushed, his lies having caught up with him. "Oh, yeah, um… that too."

Snivy folded his arms. "Why would I do that?"

"How about you've been a total jerk all these Christmases?" Oshawott tried. "Or how about if you don't actually try getting in the holiday spirit, you'll be haunted by three ghosts or something like that?"

"That only happens in the movies, you idiot." Snivy informed. "And what else, Sandile Claus fills my stocking with coal?"

"Yeah!" Tepig exclaimed. "That, like, happened to me one year, dude."

Snivy snickered. "Good luck getting me out from under here now." He hid back under his covers.

Oshawott gave another deep sigh. He held up a DVD marked "If Anyone Sees This, Snivy's Life Will Be Ruined for Eternity." "Snivy." Oshawott threatened. "Do it or this is going on PokeTube."

Snivy suddenly threw the sheets to the floor and nodded. "Of course I'll do this for Lilligant, Oshawott. Of course, I'll do anything you say." He gave his so-called friend a forced smile.

Oshawott smirked and led his two pals out of the mansion and to Lilligant's abode.

The trio was shown stepping out of Oshawott's car and walking over to Lilligant's front door.

Snivy sighed deeply and knocked softly on the door. He waited for about two seconds and turned to Oshawott with a glare. "She's not home."

The perverted otter folded his arms. "Of course she isn't. If she wasn't, how would this be a surprise? She's visiting her sister."

"Well, that's just dandy." Snivy retorted sarcastically. "Now, genius, how are we going to get in?"

Tepig gasped. "Why don't we get in how Sandile Claus gets in?"

His two friends looked at him quizzically.

Tepig squealed and climbed onto the roof of the house. He slowly inched onto the top of the chimney and eased himself down.

Oshawott and Snivy stared at each other awkwardly.

"I'll do it if you do it." They said in unison.

They stared at each other for about three seconds more.

"That's not what she said." They continued, also in unison.

Within fifteen minutes, Oshawott and Snivy were falling down from Lilligant's chimney, covered in smoke.

Tepig was awaiting them, playing around with a few kitchen utensils Lilligant owned. "Wasn't that, like, awesome, dudes?"

Oshawott coughed up black smoke. "Tepig, stop playing with those. It's a violation of privacy."

"Said the guy who just made us climb down some chick's chimney for his own twisted Christmas fantasy." Snivy shot at Oshawott.

"Look, Snivy." Oshawott remarked. "This is not the time to be making fun of me. This is the time to pulling off a huge Christmas present."

"Whatever." Snivy pouted.

Oshawott held up an extremely long, multicolored line of lights. "We'll start with the outside."

Snivy facepalmed. "If we were going to start with the outside anyway, why'd we take the effort to break in before we even needed to?"

Oshawott shrugged. "So we'd know how to do it later…?"

Tepig beamed and grabbed the lights from Oshawott. He exited the home and begun hanging lights over the gutters and windows.

Snivy sighed deeply. "Well, now that we have the outside done—"

Oshawott interrupted him with a sadistic chuckle. "We're not anywhere near done with the outside."

A montage of the three hanging up assorted inflatables including some of a Deerling, a snowman, and, of course, Sandile Claus.

Tepig, who had been working on the Sandile Claus one, beamed at his hard work.

Snivy was shown reluctantly hanging lit-up signs reading "Merry Christmas" and "Happy Holidays."

Oshawott, of course, did most of the work. He was shown hanging up elaborate lights displays, setting speaker systems that play soft Christmas music, and other epic decorations.

The interior, of course, undertook even more work and more beauty. A Christmas tree was hung, wreaths were set upon the doors, and the aforementioned tree was decorated from top to bottom. Of course, mistletoe was hung thoroughly to ensure his kiss with Lilligant. By Christmas Eve, Lilligant's house was fully prepared for the holidays.

The montage slowly came to a close as Snivy approached Oshawott. He observed the mistletoe hung around the home. "Looks like someone wants a Christmas kiss."

Oshawott replied with a weak shrug. "Maybe we'll kiss… and, you know, see what happens later… have a little sleepover."

Snivy stared blankly at his amigo. "…I'm out of here." He was a few inches from the door before Oshawott grabbed him.

Oshawott pulled Snivy back by the tail. "You're not going anywhere, Mr. Pompous. The three of us are going to leap out and surprise Lilligant when she comes in."

Tepig suddenly fell from the ceiling, coated in tinsel. "Done hanging the tinsel…" He wheezed. "Not exactly the easiest job ever, dudes."

Oshawott rolled his eyes. "Tepig, you and Snivy go hide. I'll hide out closer to here and give you guys the signal when Lilligant shows up."

"What's the signal?" Tepig sighed deeply.

"Uh…" Oshawott stuttered. He lifted his right flipper ever-so-slightly. "That, I guess."

Snivy muttered to the side, but nodded. "Fine. Come on, Tepig; let's go 'hide.'"

He and Tepig hid themselves in a wooden cabinet near Lilligant's bedroom.

Oshawott stood out in the open, staring in high anticipation at the light brown front door.

Lilligant was shown parking her car in front of the house, still obviously angry at her sister. "That little brat pushes me out to hang out with that crappy boyfriend of hers…" She grumbled. "What does she even know? She listens to… pop music." She let out a deep shudder. "Well, time to spend Christmas alone… again." She slowly and begrudgingly walked towards her house, using a golden key she had in her pocket to open up the front door.

Oshawott leaped at her with a proud expression. "Surprise!" He beamed and spread his arms to show his crush what he had done.

Lilligant gasped in glee. "Oshawott…" She sighed in delight. "This is just… no one has ever done something so nice and cool for me. Th-thanks…"

Oshawott grinned and hugged the sexy grass-type. "Lilligant, I'd do anything to give you an awesome Christmas… I know you really deserve one."

Lilligant nodded somewhat ironically. "Listen, Oshawott… Even though it's super creepy that you broke into my house to do this…"

Oshawott bit his lip.

"…It's really nice of you." Lilligant finished. "I mean, for you to do this all by yourself—"

"Yep, all by myself!" Oshawott lied eagerly. "No one else at all!"

"…Yeah." Lilligant agreed. "All by yourself. It really just… reminds us all about the true meaning of Christmas."

Oshawott looked up and smirked at the mistletoe above them.

Lilligant shrugged and smirked back. "Why not? Maybe this time we'll actually get to do it…"

Oshawott nearly let out an immature chuckle.

Lilligant gave a slight smile. "That's not what she said."

And with that, the two Pokemon shared a long, heartfelt smooch.

Tepig and Snivy were shown still in the cabinet.

"…Do you think he's giving us the signal anytime soon, man?" Tepig wondered to Snivy. "It's been, like, a while."

"…I'm pretty sure he's, um… distracted." Snivy answered. "Let's get out of this stupid thing." He attempted to push on the interior of the doors, but they didn't budge a centimeter. "Houston… we have a problem."

Tepig's eyes widened. "Dude, do you think we'll miss Christmas?"

Oshawott and Lilligant were shown wearing party hats and dancing, keeping one eye on a clock above their heads. A banner to the side read "Happy New Year."

"I love New Year's Eve!" Oshawott exclaimed. "I'm going to go get a drink, and then we can watch the ball drop."

He and Lilligant looked at each other for about five seconds before yelling in unison, "That's what she said!"

Oshawott then walked over to the cabinet Tepig and Snivy were in, the drinks being set there. He was startled by a sound coming from the cabinet. He looked around him suspiciously and curiously opened it.

His two forgotten friends gasped for air, trying desperately to escape from the small space.

"What was that?" Lilligant inquired and began to walk towards Oshawott.

Oshawott gasped and swiftly shut the double-doored piece of furniture. He then grinned at Lilligant and feigned innocence. "Oh, uh, nothing… nothing at all." He panted.

Remember, kids, have holiday spirit… or you'll end up locked in a cabinet.