HEYA! I couldn't find a good couple name. BTW, I got a PM earlier calling me a dumbass.

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OVERLOAD OF REVIEWS!

IATW: IKR?! IT'S CHRIS AND CLARISSE!

PJOfanforever: UPDATE HERE!

MsEDarcy: Ah. A wise decision. I LOVE SALTY STUFF! They're making out? Aww...your BED?! EWWWW...*pukes*

Flygrrl: Aw, thanks. Is it a character from Maximus Ride? RANDOM FACT: I'm pretty sure Maximus means butt muscle or something.

Nico: *snickers*

Me: SHUTTY NICO, YOU'RE BEING A GLUETEUS MAXIMUS! (Nerd way to call someone something bad)

sonofthetrigod: Yeah, I know now. I'll check it out. This is my first Christmas special, so I'm having some difficulties myself. I'M BEING SHIPPED?! COOLIO! Heh. Random moment there. Yah, I'll take a look.

WARNING: I'm still kinda downed about being called a dumbass. So this chapter will probably suck. Plus, if you believe in Santa, don't read this.

Daddy: Wait, we ARE the same god?!

Me: YES, Daddy. So, YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED!

Daddy: Crap. Hope Venus doesn't find out.

Venus: OMG, YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED TO MINERVA?! *faints*

Me: Sonic, get the tranquilizer gun.

Sonic: For once we agree on something.

ALL CHRIS WANTS FOR CHRISTMAS

(Clarisse's POV)

Christmas. Bah.

For SOME reason, every year, I was supposed to help the little kids write letters to Santa! Come ON! He doesn't even EXIST!

Why do parents tell their kids that lie anyway?!

Growling, I beheaded a dummy wearing a Santa hat. It toppled over. Panting, I moved on to my next victim.

"Hey, Clarisse!"

My heart started to pound. It was Chris, my boyfriend of two years!

"Hi." I stopped my beheadings for the moment.

"I thought Chiron told you to watch the kids writing letters to Santa." Chris peered at me curiously.

"Nah," I replied, turning to face him. "I traded that with Leo."

"I don't think that's such a good idea. You usually keep then in check. Otherwise..." He shuddered.

(WHERE LEO IS)

"HEEEEEEEELP!" Leo screamed as a mob of kindergarteners, first, and second graders chased him with their pencils.

"JASON! HELP ME!" Leo yelled as he ran past said son of Jupiter.

"Nah, I think I'm enjoying this," Jason grinned.

(WHERE CLARISSE IS)

"Eh. Doesn't matter who watches them. They're always calm." I winced as the ear-splitting scream of a six-year-old echoed through camp. "Um, mostly."

"True," Chris laughed.

"Yeah."

Awkward silence.

I picked up my sword, and resumed my maiming of the dummies.

"So, what's up with you and Christmas?" Chris asked, leaning on a dummy whose arm had been severed off, courtesy of yours truly.

I didn't say anything, just slashed.

"It's so CHEERY!" I exclaimed in disgust.

"What?" My boyfriend was so startled, he lost his balance. I caught him just before he fell to the ground.

"Christmas! You just can't be cheery for a whole day! Especially when you're a half-blood," I muttered.

"Oh. Did something happen?"

I sighed.

"Christmas was when I found out I was a demigod. Monsters came in the middle of the night. They tried to kill me and Mom. She ended up suffering several injuries, slipped into a coma, and almost died. As she stayed in her coma, my dad visited. I found out my true heritage, and Dad sent me to CHB.

"I stayed here for several years, and then I got a letter from Mom. She had just woken up from her coma. The letter was sent around the time she discovered you in the desert."

"Oh." That was all Chris said.

"Ever since then, I've hated Christmas."

(Chris's POV)

"My mom died on Christmas," I blurted out.

My girlfriend's jaw went slack, and she wheeled around to face me. "WHAT?!"

"Well, I was home around Christmas, when a bunch of monsters attacked. My mom died instantly. I saw Dad." I spoke his name bitterly.

"And?"

"Dad just stood there, weeping. It was so weird, seeing a god, crying. He told me to return to camp. I was only ten or eleven. He didn't help me, just told me to return to camp."

That was why I still bore a grudge against my dad. He wept over my mother, and did nothing to help his own son. That was why I joined Luke's army. I wanted to show my dad that just because his wife died, he should help their son: Me.

"That's so terrible..." Clarisse said in a hushed voice.

"Well, it's just to show you that we both have mixed feelings about Christmas."

"You're so cheery."

"Well, if a big guy in a red suit comes to your cabin in the middle of the night and stuffs you in a bag, don't worry. I asked for you for Christmas.

"Ha ha ha."

I pretended to pout.

"Hey, don't do that!" To get me out of my bad mood, she kissed me.

"Okay, fine!" I relented.

"Wanna practice?"

"Sure."

Clarisse tossed me a sword. Grinning, we went toe-to-toe in the most epic sword match of the MILLENIA!

Well, it was epic...

Until the kids chased Leo.

"AUGH!" Leo ran through, screaming for help. Trailing behind him, twenty or so kids chased him, calling for cookies and other holiday goodies.

"CLARISSE! CLARISSE! CLARISSE!" they chanted when they saw said daughter of Ares.

"What, a story?"

"YES!"

A grinning seven-year-old missing her two front teeth handed Clarisse "The Night Before Christmas."

As she began to read, I whispered in her ear, "You'll make such a good mom."

"Shut up!" she joked, socking me in the arm.

I didn't even have to pretend that it hurt.

Most. Painful. Christmas. EVER.

Well, Clarisse is good with kids! Who knew?!

Dernage Shadow Fangirl