Hope everyone had a good Christmas and Boxing Day, a little late, but hey, you try writing and correcting with a broken foot. BTW, this happened over a month ago. However, sitting on my bed makes back hurt a lot after a bit, bad posture, and I need my leg up. Oh well one more month to go, and I hopefully can get a walking cast and get out and get some exercise.
The Best Gifts Come From Your Heart!
As Scott had pretty much guessed it, Jubilee was the first one to get up, or, so he thought. She went to the room where Edward was sleeping and woke him up, after she used the bathroom. Nodding Edward got up, and slowly got out of bed, and started to rummage around to get dressed in some clean clothes, and use the bathroom himself. Meanwhile, Jubilee headed downstairs all eager to see what Santa had brought, and to get her stocking. "What the, Sydney, what the…, Morphy, how come you're up so early?"
"The Christmas chocolate, of course," he giggles, he had his stocking all dumped out on the floor and was snacking on the chocolate that was put in there, and an orange; in-between sips of hot coffee, spiked with eggnog, instead of the milk he would normally put in it.
"You're worse than I am, you Christmas hound," Morph makes a few barking and howling sounds, for her saying that. "Oh no, shoot, I gotta go!" Dashing off back upstairs, to warn Edward, that his son was already awake!
"Hee, hee, you should have went potty before you came down like I did, Jubilee!"
Jubilee met up with Edward who had a video camera in his hand, and ready to go downstairs, and wait. "He's already awake and down there, drinking coffee and eating chocolate!"
"He is, oh no, it will ruin the surprise if he's already up."
"Kid, can't you please let us sleep in on Christmas," Logan says as he comes out. "I knew I smelled someone new here. So who are you, and what's your gift to the world?"
"I knew it," yawns Scott as he and Jean come out next in their housecoats, "you would be up early. Well, 6:47 isn't too bad."
"At least I can get the turkeys in the oven now, and get an early start at dinner," yawns Jean, looking at the bright side of the matter.
"How many mutants are there in here," he asks as Rogue, Remy, and Hank come out, followed by Storm. "You smelled me, what, do I need another shower? I had one before I left last night."
"No, I just smelled you. We all have our own unique sent, it's like a fingerprint. And I have enhanced senses, especially smell. So I smelled you, someone new here, which was you. Who are you, sniff, sniff, and why do you smell a whole lot like a mutant here named Morph?"
"Logan, everyone, meet, Edward, Morph's; father. He's here to surprise his son for Christmas," announces Scott.
"Gift, to the world, oh you mean my powers? Yeah, it's called, power of attorney."
"Cute," smirks Logan, liking him already! "No wonder why you smell like that shifter, it's a, family odor."
"Okay. Well now what am I supposed to do, just go down there and surprise him. I wanted to secretly capture his reaction to me being there, and him opening up his gifts, but if he's already down there."
"Oh, that's real easy, I'll just give him my gift first, that way he'll have to leave, trust me." Trusting Jubilee's judgment he followed the rest downstairs after a full force bathroom run, and they all headed downstairs and off to the tree. "Merry Christmas, Morphy, and admit it, just admit, you got a real problem. You're a chocoholic, aren't you?"
"Gee how can you tell? I get my cravings, I admit. Merry Christmas everyone," everyone wished him and all the others a merry Christmas. "So sometime after we have breakfast I'm going to take off and go surprise my papa, I miss him so much, it will be nice to pop over there for Christmas, and make sure he got his gift from me."
"Oh that's really nice, so are you going to be back here for dinner, or will you be staying there," Jean asks, playing right along.
"I don't know yet. I'll probably try to come back here for dinner, I guess. Papa probably won't make a big deal out of making Christmas dinner, since it's probably just going to be him and me there, if at all. Hey, I may be able to convince him to come over here for dinner, if that's alright with all of you guys, you can finally all meet my papa."
Jean nodded and the others did the same, all playing along! Jubilee giggled as she grabbed the rectangular box from the tree one of her gifts to Morph. And well little did he know, he was being taped, but he was too focused on what was going on by the tree, and his friends, to notice it. "Here, Morph, here, open mine up first, here, here, here, take it, take it, take it, open it, open it!"
"Okay, okay, sheesh, calm down! Ohh, hee, hee, hee, you haven't even opened my gift to you yet, and already you're hyperactive. You guys don't have a problem with…" they made go-ahead open it gestures; obviously there would be no peace, if he didn't open that one up first! "Okay, I've been wondering what you got me, girly."
"You'll also like what else I got you, but you need this now. I didn't know if I should get you those at first, because you're a shapeshifter, I figured, maybe you don't need them, or wear them. But when I saw you in your Uniform, well, I realized, I have to be wrong about that, you probably do, at least sometimes."
Wondering what she had meant by that, Morph was more eager to see what she had gotten him. "Oh, what is it," tearing through the red wrapping paper with gold colored ornaments he opened up the box and pulled it out. "Hey, you're right, I do need these, so badly, pajamas! Alright, oh I so needed these, Christmas PJ's thank you! Now I don't have to sleep in my Uniform anymore yay! Yes, yay! Oh, and they're purple, my favorite color. I knew it, I knew you were up to something, you sneaky girl, when you had asked me what my favorite color is; I just didn't know what. I do wear regular clothes, but you're right, I do fake it, but that's just usually when I have my Uniform on, that I do that."
"Put them on, see if they fit," Jubilee says anxiously, pointing off toward the nearest bathroom that was completely opposite from where Edward was hiding around the corner taping all of this. "Go put them on; I want to see what you look like with them on, and make sure they fit. If they don't, leave the tags on so you can exchange it for the right size."
"Okay, gee," going off to the bathroom, he got them on, oh and boy yes were they sure ever cozy and warm, and felt great! "Oh I love them, thank you, Jubilee," he says. All unbeknownst to him, his papa had, while he was changing inside the bathroom, slipped behind the chair to get a better view and angle to capture this on video, but he was quite out of sight. "These sure are soft and cozy and warm. I sure needed them. Oh, and best of all, they have a pee-pee-hole, so no more struggling in the middle of the night to try and get my uniform belt off to go pee, like last night."
"I thought I heard you rattling around at night, I was wondering what the big problem was," Logan says. "Is that what it was, you trying to go to the bathroom?" He nods yes.
"My belt was turned right around, so I couldn't find my belt clasp to undue it, and boy I really needed to go. So what else have you got for me, do I dare ask?" Plopped onto his lap, Jubilee grinned, as Morph opened the other three gifts, all individually wrapped up. "Hee, hee, oh alright, a, whoopee cushion, oooh, self-inflating too," making a few long fart noises with the thing! Next was the flat thing that was in there. "Oh, I could use this, 101 Jokes To Amuse Your Friends With. Now I got me some new material. So do I dare ask what this is," there was batteries on the top, but they weren't wrapped up, so whatever this is, he would need those batteries for it, as he opens the package, wondering what he needed batteries for, he got his answer. "Hee, hee, ooh, you'll all regret Jubilee's gift to me; I can tell you that right now. She got me a, fart machine," he laughs! "I'm gonna love using this! Thank you." Popping in the batteries, he made a menacing joke. "Yeah, Jean, the turkeys were really great, delicious, just one very big loud problem with them, it gave us all…" making a few fart noises and few funny faces to go with it, "gas!" As rude or crude as it was everyone had a good giggle or a laugh over that knowing it was all true, that turkey usually gives you the farts an hour or two or so after you eat it!
"I think we should get the cards read through, before we all dive on in," Jean says as Edward told her to point it out, after he hid himself. "Okay, who, huh; well there's no one here by that name."
"Who is it for, Jean," Scott says, playing right along, to not ruin it.
"No one here by the name of, Sydney, whoever she is. Ohh, hey maybe…yeah, oh, I bet it's for Rogue, maybe that's her name. Is it?" Rogue shook her head no vigorously, all the while Morph just made a face gingerly shaking his head, and stuck one finger up. "What, it's you," Morph nodded yes. "So that's your name, Sydney?"
"Yeah, it is, and it's a boy's or a girl's name, by the way. So that's got to be from my new 'girlfriend' Jubilee; she's probably the only one here who knows my name."
"Ohh, so if I'm your girlfriend than that means you have to kiss me, or maybe, on parler en Français, while we swap spit just like the French do," she jokes as she sticks out her tongue and wiggles it. (We speak in French)
"Cute, petite, really cute," Remy smirked.
"Uh, ewww, no, ewww, je t'adore, but ewww, I'm so not into that! The idea of sticking your tongue down another person's throat, is gross. But, I'll give you a Christmas kiss on the cheek, though, but just on the cheek, I'm saving up my real kiss, for my real girlfriend, not an imaginary one." (I adore you)
"Hey, I'm right here," Jubilee gasps playfully swatting him for the remark.
"I was just teasing you. Thank you for the gifts; they were just what I needed." He hugged her first and was going to give her cheek a kiss, but Jubilee knocked him down first.
"Awww, you're very welcome, now, plant one on me, Morphy," pushing him to the floor to jokingly kiss him on the lips!
"Oh, now you're just really spoiling me, aren't you, you want me all to yourself now don't you! Oh you love me don't you?" She smirks and sticks her tongue out a bit. "Ewww, no, I told you, I'm so not gonna do it now, kiss you, like that. It's disgusting. Besides, I hate to break it to you, kiddo, but I'm far too old for you."
"Morph, you're only 23," interjected Scott.
"Shhh, she doesn't need to know that, I could be 30 for all she knows."
"Oh you are so mean, take it just take it, this card, read it, and leave me be, wallowing in my own pity, that I couldn't even smooch under the mistletoe with the cutest mutant here."
Bushing profusely as all the others went 'oooh' taking the card, Morph felt a bit bad and gave her a quick kiss on her right cheek. "If you behave yourself, I'll even the score, on the other cheek," he told her then proceeded to open the envelope, to see the card. "So, you just couldn't keep my name a secret, could you; you just had to blab it to the others by doing this now didn't you. Hmm, huh," he realized the card was not from Jubilee as he opened up the card, and read through the message aloud as he started to cry. "What, 'To my wonderful son on Christmas,' it's… 'I know that things were rough between us after your mamma died, and I'm really truly sorry for that, that I pushed you away. It was not your fault, I was just grieving deeply for her. I know you were only trying to help me to give me back that joy that I once had, and had now lost. But what was truly worse, was, I lost you, but mostly myself, when I changed, and not for the better. I started to take a few sizable chunks from your heart and childhood, all of those times I was aloof and angry towards you. Yes, I know I hurt you many times, with things I said, telling you to grow up and be serious, and telling you, life is no fun, but serious. I stole bits and pieces from your heart and from your childhood once again. Sydney, I'm really very truly sorry for all of that. I promise you, I will make it all up to you, starting right now. Love always, your daddy.' What, how…" there was a rustling and a loud sniffle and he looked over towards where the sound came from. And there, popping up from behind the big comfy chair was his papa, his old, happy, fun-loving, silly daddy. Oh it was Sydney's/Morph's Christmas wish, come true!
"Daddy, oh you're here! Oh papa I missed you so much!" Breaking right down and sobbing loudly arms already wide open for a much needed hug! "Did you really mean what you wrote to me in here?"
"With all of my heart, Sydney, with all my heart," both sobbing they embraced each other warmly, crying on each other's shoulder. At last, Sydney had his old papa back, at long last! "It took your supposed death to get me to realize what I had done to you all those years ago. You don't know how badly I wanted and how deeply I prayed, I could have, even just one more minute with you, to tell you how truly sorry I am for what I had done to you. I was so angry with God, and mostly with myself over what happened. I thought I lost you forever. I never wanted to speak to God after that, I was just so angry; I just didn't know what to think anymore after that. It took a miracle to get me to realize a few truths in my life. One, God is very real and He always keeps His promises. Second, sniff, that my family right after God is truly what is really important in life. Thirdly, that life is not always serous, but a wonderfully fun gift, a blast while you are here. I had no idea you were still alive, this is a miracle gift from God, that you're still alive."
"Sniff; and you're my Christmas miracle and wish, too, papa, to have you back, my old papa back, the one that's happy and who wants to spend time with me and play. What, didn't, hey, uhh- Scott called you back, right?"
"I did, twice, but there was an unforeseen problem."
"The devil's hand was in it, Satan wanted me to think that God doesn't keep His Word and His promises. And sigh, the devil almost succeeded, because he got me to turn away from God and doubt Him, after I had prayed for you that you would have a long strong life, along with the other things I had prayed into your life to have, and I've seen much of it, come to fruition, sniff. The day Scott called me back and he left those two messages on my answering machine was the day that the house got broken into, sniff. They smashed my answering machine so I never got the messages. That's why this is such a miracle, a Christmas miracle."
"Oh it sure is. Oh no, my gift to you is, in Pittsburgh, or still in the mail."
"No it's not, it's right here, I never mailed it for you," Scott says as he takes it out from behind the desk. "When I realized how homesick you were, I knew what I had to do for you, was to call your papa. I think Someone, God, was trying to tell me that."
"But how, how did you get my home phone number? Only the Professor and I have access to my file, to get that number off of there, for the number for my papa. How did you ever call him?"
"I had all the information I needed right here, your home address and your papa's first and last name. I just called 4-1-1 and got the number and called him," Scott says as he gives the package unopened to Sydney who gives it to his papa to open.
"Merry Christmas, daddy," sniffles Sydney.
"Thank you, and merry Christmas to you too, son." A bit of a struggle but with Logan's claw and a startle, the box was opened, and he took out the card, like his card, it was also blank inside as well too. "Oh, 'The very best wishes, for a bright holiday, for our Savior is born this day!' Oh, 'I miss you a lot, papa, and I can't wait to get back home and give you a great big hug and lots of kisses, I missed you a whole lot, while I was away getting well.' I would have seen you one way or another today, no denying that." Receiving a big hug and a kiss, papa gave him more in return. "Oh, Syd, you on Santa's lap, oh, that is so precious, ohh," he says near tears in delight, meaning what he said.
"Yeah, and I think that really was the real Santa. I told him I wanted peace for a few weeks from our enemies and you back, my old papa back. Even if that meant that you get married again, to be happy again. I still need a mamma. And maybe finally I'll have a sibling."
"Well, I don't think that part will happen, son, I don't have and I don't think I will ever have that desire to get married again, sorry. I have absolutely no desire or libido for that sort of thing. So not unless I adopt, I'm sorry. But you'll still have me here, for a very long time, I promise it." As he opened the rest of the package, Edward read the letter. 'Dear papa. I hope you are well. I miss you a whole lot. I am going to come see you on Christmas, if I can, God willing. If I don't I'm so sorry, it's not that I don't want to it's just I may have other duties here, I've been so busy. That's why I never called earlier or wrote to you, when I came back here. I miss you so much, and I don't know why you never wrote to me or called. Did you see me on the news; I was posing as Professor Xavier. Oh right, silly me, I guess you wouldn't know that was me, unless you were told that was me doing that. That's why I have been so busy, taking on all of the Professor's old duties, now that he is gone from us. I have to be him to keep everyone thinking he is still around. I hope you are feeling better and are not so sad. I don't know what else I can say or do to try to make you feel better, I guess I can't. Maybe only time will heal you. I still feel very badly too about it all, I knew I should have flushed those cigarettes away whenever I had the chance to. Well, I will try to see you soon. I love you lots, papa, love Silly Sydney.' No, no don't you even dare ever blame yourself; you are not at all responsible for what happened. It's not your fault at all, or for me feeling so badly after she died. Syd, it's not your fault. Oh, come here," hug holding him Sydney starts crying again. "It's not your fault, really; you are not responsible for her choices. We did all we could do, to try and convince her to stop smoking. It was just her time to go, son, that's all, it was, her time. We did all we could do, we prayed and asked God to heal her and to take that desire for cigarettes away, and believed God for that, for all of it, so we did all we could. As for me being so sad, that's not your fault, either. I didn't realize not until after you had left home that I was clinically depressed. I had to get antidepressant drugs, to help make me feel normal again. That's why I was the way I was, I couldn't function well anymore. Still, that's still no excuse for what I did to you. Do you understand; it's not your fault?"
"Yes. Sniff, but I was so sure mamma was going to make it, I thought I heard God say she was going to be healed and be well again, and not going to smoke anymore after that, after He heals her."
"I know; so did I, I heard the exact same thing you just said, too. And that's why it hurt me so badly, when she did die, oh it was just that whole circle of doubt and unbelief, it's a very hard thing to take and to walk away from, when it's something like that. I uhh think what God meant was that He would heal her because she was going to Heaven; I was just too grief-stricken to realize all that at the time. Well, no more sadness or tears, really, I can't take it anymore, I don't want to be sad anymore, over this, especially on Christmas. So, we'll just let God take it all away from us, and put all of our grief and all that pain in his Hands, so He can heal us both of this," Sydney agreed with that. So papa continued to unwrap the mug Sydney had made for him. "Oh ho a personalized mug, for my coffee, just what I need! Ohh and it has that picture of you on Santa's lap too. Thank you so much, Sydney. Now can you go get me some coffee in my new mug, I see you already had yours."
"Yeah, and hopefully Scott still has the…yup good. I'll fix you one of your choice."
"What's this?" He was handed over a big basket and tore into it like an egger child. "I see. The coffee is on me, anyone else want a mug of coffee?"
"I'll have one," Logan says.
"Yeah, and anyone else want coffee or tea or something while I'm up?" Looks like that was a no, just his papa and Logan and a refill for himself, so he took his mug, and his papa's new mug, and the package of French roast and headed off to the kitchen to get some coffee.
"So, Ed, I guess you know about his powers then, and it doesn't bother you that he's a mutant shapeshifter?"
"Oh I know, and no it sure doesn't, I like his powers, they're really neat. I told him that gifts from God can come in all different sorts of shapes and sizes, and well for him, well that's exactly what his gift does, makes him go into all different shapes and sizes," he smiles, a grin of humor oncoming.
"Heh, ha, ha, ha, right. I can see where he gets his smile and his wacky sense of humor from; he must get it from you."
"Yeah, a wee bit from his mamma, but you're right, he does get his sense of humor mostly from me. You're certainly right about the smile though, I can see that, him in me, when he smiles. As for the laughing, I just haven't been in the mood at all for so long, to crack a few jokes, it has been quite a long time. Oh I can't even remember the last time I laughed, or at least had a really good one."
"Well, I know how that is, Morph's the only one who could make me laugh too. I've recently starting to develop a sense of humor for a few other things, since I got saved. At first I didn't want to really believe I could be saved because I've lived too long and I have done too many things, and I just didn't find much joy in things anymore. Not to mention I was looking for peace. I found it when I got born-again. Huh, and it took a certain blue demon looking mutant monk to help me to see the Light, that it wasn't too late for me."
"I hear ya, been there myself, I thought after what I said it was too late, but it wasn't, especially considering the circumstances, God completely understood my pain. As soon as I gave my heart back to God, it was as if all of that pain and bad stuff had, vanished, almost like it never happened, in fact it was better than ever my relationship with God. It was almost too unbelievable when Scott told me Sydney is still alive."
"Well, I guess I or we, better get used to calling him Sydney or Syd now."
"You and me both Cyke, we've all been calling him Morph, by his nickname slash codename, up until now. I also like calling him, kid."
"Well, call him Morph, Syd told me even on the phone a while back to call him that. It was because no one here would know who I was asking for when I call him and ask for Sydney. Maybe I should get a nickname too while I'm here, since I'm at a school. Problem is, I know how it works I'll be stuck with it, being at a school. Guess I have to get a codename nickname, one that goes along with my powers."
Just walking in to hear that, Morph freaked! "Powers, what; what powers, papa, have you been holding out on me?! All this time…"
"No, take a breath, relax, and don't spill the coffee, no. No the only power I have, is power of attorney."
"Oh, sigh, gee, oh you freaked me out, papa, gee. I thought you meant you were a mutant all this time and didn't tell me, gosh, ohh, don't do that. Yeah, I just about spilled the hot coffee all over you. Yours is the extra arm, Logan," As soon as Logan grabbed the mug Morph reverted in the extra arm he made to carry the third mug of hot coffee safely.
"Ahh, that's good coffee, perfect, thanks, Syd. Guess it wasn't so hard after all, with me calling him kid all the time."
"Exactly, you call nearly everyone kid. It's just your way of saying you care. Papa you freaked me out, sure you don't have any powers?"
"Sorry, but I figured since you said everyone here goes by a nickname or codename; I thought it might be cool have one too, while I'm here."
"Oh, okay. Well, I don't know what would fit you, papa."
"He made that crack remark when I asked him what gift to the world he has; I had just assumed he was a mutant."
"No, no powers, just legal powers. Legal Eagle, no; maybe I'll figure it all out later on. So, get unwrapping you guys, make a mess already, it's Christmas!" Starting up the camera rolling again, Morph grinned.
"I want Scott to open up my gift to him, since he helped to give me one of the best gifts I could ever ask for. It's that big square one, with the purple shiny wrapping paper and has the… yeah, that's the one." Scott was about to open the little package on the top of it that was also addressed to him when Morph stopped him. "No, no, don't open that one first! Open the big box first. If you open that one up first, it won't make any sense, and it will ruin the surprise I got you."
"Oh, okay, sure," putting that aside, he tore into the big box, with as much eagerness as a young child on Christmas, and with just as much over zealous joyous reaction as a child would have in getting what he had really wanted, that favorite toy he had begged Santa for! "Oh it's a bread maker! It's a bread maker! Oh, is it really a bread maker, Sydney," he nodded as he giggled away at Scott's big reaction, and glanced at his papa who had a huge smile on his face as well! "Oh is it, is it really, a bread maker," yanking on Logan's arm, Scott nearly pulled him right over doing that, but he just had to know for sure! "Hey, give me a claw here, will ya," Logan popped one out, and Scott tore open the tape sealing the box up, and opened up the box. "Yes, yes, oh yes, it is a bread maker, yes, oh how did you know?!"
He could not stifle his grin if he wanted to. "I overheard you talking with Jean a few days ago in the kitchen. I was going to uh come in as a mouse to freak Jean out, so she would scream and jump up onto a chair, and maybe pull out the one you were sitting on. That's when I overheard your chat, and saw how much you were enjoying your fresh bread with peanut butter and getting a bit stuck with it. So I knew I had to get that for you."
"Oh, you're the best, Morph, thank you," he giggles, jump lunging on Morph and giving him a big hug!
"Oh man, I didn't think I would get that big of a thank you reaction for that! Who knew a bread maker would make you this happy! Okay, you can open that other package now; it goes along with your bread maker."
"Oh what is it, yeast," he asks rattling the package.
Snickering, "Well… hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, let's just say, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, you're pretty close on that guess, Scott, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, yeast, is close, real close."
Tearing into it, Scott gawked at the package, stunned, not having any idea what the heck this was. Thinking, oh, it's just a box, it's inside, he opened the box to find out the real gift. But he was more surprised to find out it was exactly what was on the package. Scott found a tube of cream inside there, along with 3 disposable plastic syringe devices, and instructions on how you get it, and how to properly use this product, to treat it, and how and where to insert it, to apply the cream up into the area. "What the heck is this? Morph, Sydney, what is this, what is it, and why? This isn't yeast."
"It's a gag present what else!"
"Gag present? I don't get it. I really don't get it. If this is supposed to be funny, I don't get it, nor am I laughing, mainly, because, I don't get it. Why did you get me hand cream?"
Jean right beside him got the joke as she knew exactly what that was, and what it was used for! "Oh my goodness, oh, ha, ha, ha, Scott, that's not hand cream, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, that's ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, antifungal cream, ha, ha, ha, oh good Lord, ha, ha, ha, ha! Oh, Morph, ohh, that so is not right! Oh that is just so not right!"
"I know, but I had to get it for him!"
"What, for, for what, what does he need that for? Son, I really have no idea what you were thinking when you got that as a gag present for Scott."
"Yeah, neither do I, what do I need this for?"
"That's in case you eat too much bread, and you get yourself a, real bad, yeast infection! That stuff," motioning with his hand "will clear it, right up!"
"A what," Scott said and glanced down at the package in his hand, and gasped loudly, as his face flushed as red as his glasses, as he started smiling and started to giggle as he got the joke!
"Oh my God, hee, hee, hee, hee, that face is so priceless, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, a yeast infection, hee, hee, hee, from eating too much bread, hee, hee, hee, hee, oh hee, hee, hee, hee, oh God, oh that is so, so, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee!" Everyone was all very shocked at the loud boisterous joy filled belly laugh! Everyone was also equally shocked also, from whom it, came, from!
"Papa you're laughing! Praise God and congratulations! You finally got your sense of humor back! Oh it's a full on miracle! Hallelujah! You recovered!" He was still loudly laughing, as Sydney hugged him, and was also laughing away and it was pretty contagious, as everyone had a good long laugh over it!
"Oh, ha, ha, ha, ha, oh gee, ohh, that laugh, in stereo! So that's where you got it from, Morph, your old man, who knew! I have always secretly wondered where you got your laugh from, now I know, it's from your papa."
"I could have told you that!"
"Hey, I'm not that old, but, I hear you are way over the hill at 100 plus or more! Oh ow, hee, hee, hee, hee, oh ow, oh gee, I think I laughed too hard, ohh; my stomach is hurting from laughing so hard, ohh sigh yeah. Ohh, antifungal cream, oh that's just so mean to give someone that, with a bread maker, Sydney, really, it is, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, especially a guy! So what are you doing, making up a batch of sourdough there?!"
"Oh, good one, papa," he laughs. "No it's not; I was deeply concerned, hee, hee, hee, hee, that could happen. I sure don't want to catch Scott, scratching himself, on his, ahem, personal area! Ow! Hey!" Whipped at his head was the tube of antifungal cream for saying that!
"Thanks a lot. Now give me that back. If I can't use it, maybe Jean or one of the other girls can." Grabbing his gift to Morph he handed them over. "Here, enjoy."
"Thanks," tearing it open. "Hey what is this," looking and reading the packages he figured it out very quickly. "Oh is this supposed to protect my CDs?" Scott nods yes, and Sydney kept on ripping on into the second layer of wrapping paper, to find the gifts. "Oh, it's Father's House! Oh you got it to replace my scratched up CD; oh and so this is to make sure that it doesn't happen again, great! Oh, gasp; ohh, new Brian Doerksen albums, Today, and Live In Europe! Thanks Scott!"
"You're very welcome. I knew you would like them. Is that how to pronounce his name? I couldn't figure it out."
"Yeah, it's not dork, but like Kirk or Dirk."
"I couldn't believe it, I could have gotten them in the music store, but I would have paid $21 for just for Father's House and have to wait a few weeks to get them in but when I went to a Christian Book Store, they were so much cheaper there, than what they wanted at the music store for the same CD, and I was able to get his two new albums."
"Oh I know. Brian just doesn't believe in selling something that is to promote a relationship with God or to enhance it, by selling it expensively, it isn't right to do that. Besides, I think it's not a famous enough recording company or something maybe, I don't know. Brian just doesn't charge that much for his CD's, he never has. I'm sure there's ways of keeping the costs of CD recording down, to keep the prices so low. Thanks, Scott this is really great and so thoughtful, thank you so much."
"Yeah, you're very welcome. I had to pray for that gift idea."
"Oh someone is learning; that's what you have to do when you get stuck, pray for answers on how to get unstuck. Okay, Jubilee, I can tell you're desperate to see what you got from me," he says as he finds it under the tree for her. Jean took her gift from Scott and opened it, as Jubilee tore into hers. "What, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and floss, what kind of gift is that supposed to be?"
"You'll need it, when you see what I got you."
"Oh, Scott, I love it, it's a beautiful necklace." A heart locket with their pictures in it, Jean was so pleased that she started making out with Scott right there, while the video camera was rolling away to capture the loving moment and embrace!
"Ewww, get a room you two! Not unless you want to make babies, in that case. Get a room!"
"Aahh, a bubblegum machine, yay, yay, yay, oh, Morph thank you! Ohh baby, oh candy, and more candy, yummy, yummy, oh, more bubblegum balls! Yeah I get it, I'll brush, and floss, so don't worry."
"I just didn't want to my sweet gift to you to give you a cavity, long after the sugar high has worn off."
"Dis is perfect, 100 card tricks, and a bunch of cards, tanks der, Morph."
"You're welcome, Remy. Now you can do more than just throw them at things."
"Can I open mine up already, I'm getting thirsty."
"That's cheating, Logan," Jubilee says as she waves her finger at him. "Yeah, I guess, since you already know what it is."
"Yeah, here is mine too. Merry Christmas, buddy, and I hope you get good and plastered, this holiday season, while enjoying the third pain of Christmas, hangovers! So here you go, Logan, happy hangover," laughs Sydney. "Oh and if you plan on going out to get more plastered for Christmas, I can be the designated driver."
"Nah, I like hangovers, and it takes a lot of alcohol to actually get me decently buzzed let alone drunk, with my healing factor. The third pain of Christmas, for me, is not hangovers, is fruitcake, never did like that stuff. It's true the saying you either like it or hate it."
"Then you probably haven't ever had a decent one before, and most, or at least the good ones, contain alcohol, like rum," smirks Edward. "I made mine over a month in advance and brought it here, so you'll have to try mine."
"Oh gee, speaking of alcohol, beer, I knew it. What else did Jubilee get me? Oh, a cowboy hat, thanks," plopping it on his head. "I like it, and it's a perfect fit. Now just don't ask me to borrow it."
"Actually the hat's from both of us," Jubilee replies. "We pooled our money on it. We had to go to the bank after we past this shop, and saw that hat, but we knew you would love it."
"I did the sizing of course," changing into Logan with the same hat on.
"I do love it. Okay, Morph, I know it's beer, but I'll try to act surprised." As Logan opened up the red wrapping paper, he realized that the case of beer was already opened. "What the heck, Syd, did you chug a few of my beers back, hmm?"
"No, I don't really like the taste of beer all that much, wine yeah, but not beer so much. Look closer. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist sniffing around to find out what you got for Christmas, so we played a little trick on you."
Realizing as he lifted up the flap, there was stuff stuffed in there, that he realized was masked a bit by the smell of the beer. "What is this, oh a scarf, oh yeah, yup, it says 'I am Canadian,' yeah I am, eh. Oh, and mitts, of course, with the ever popular slogan, 'I am Canadian.' Oh, you had to get me a tuque, oh yeah, with a big old maple leaf on it. Why do I see a theme here? Oh hey what's that at the bottom?" Taking out a few beers, he opened one of the bottles and took a swig of it and reached in and took it out. "Let me guess, I am Canadian, nope, oh no!"
"Jubilee picked that one out. We both knew we had to get that one for you. We know you're such a ladies man, but we thought you could use a little help this holiday season, to get a little more action under the mistletoe, if you know what a mean."
"Oh, thanks, kid, good choice, I should get a lot of girls' attentions because of this, even in the summer, yeah, 'Kiss Me I'm Canadian,' how nice!" Trying it on, Logan was all smiles despite how he pretended he really didn't like the gifts; and even if he didn't like them, he would soon change his mind about all that! Storm grins and snuck over with her gift from her to him, and gave him a nice big kiss on his cheek. "Storm, darlin', thanks."
"I really like your shirt, and I think you will like this."
"Hey it works, who knew!" As Logan opened it, it was a bottle of whiskey, and on top was a page from Morph's book as Logan took out the mistletoe and held it up, curious of the odd gift, to go with the whiskey. That is, until…he realized… All of a sudden, Storm was on top of his lap and was lovingly embracing him! "Mistletoe means…. Whoa, it really works," he giggles as Storm gave him a hug, and a few more lusciously lovely kisses. "Doing what the shirt is telling you to do, wow hugs too, to go with the kisses," Storm giggled as she nodded her head. "In that case, I'm not taking it off, come here, darlin'," cuddling her as they start to make out a bit right there in front of everyone!
"I was just joking about the mistletoe thing, oh my gosh, hee, hee, wow."
"Look at the two new lovebirds," Scott comments.
"I think I'm going to be sick."
"Me too, kiddo, me too, Jubs, ewww," Morph shook his head. "Hey, Logan, ahem, if you're not too careful, you might just put a little elf in the oven, hee, hee, hee, hee, if you know what I mean!"
"Who says I'm objecting to being a daddy, Morph."
"Who knew just a shirt would do dat," Gambit says, a bit shocked looking.
"Who knew those two of all mutants would hit it off like that," Morph says, as his papa taps him on the shoulder, giving him the three gifts that were from him he could not wait a second more for him to unwrap.
"What did your daddy get you, Morph," Rogue asks as she sniffs at the perfume that Morph had gotten for her. "Oh Gambit's not going to be able to take his hands off of me, if Ah smell this good, too bad for him. Thank ya Morph"
"You're very welcome. A CD player, alright, thanks papa! Oh boy, I sure hope no one else got me one of those too." Having a look around no one said anything. "Oh good, I hope not. Oh good, a battery charger and batteries to go with it, I'll need those. Huh what's this, oh; a pouch to put my CD player in, alright. I can go for run or do my workouts now with music with this. Ohh, thanks papa, that's exactly what I needed."
"Oh you're very welcome, Sydney. It says it has 120 seconds of skip protection, so I figure that should be good since you like to jog and run."
"Yeah that's perfect. Oh and I also got an extra gift for you. So close your eyes you're so going to love this, I know it's your favorite." As his papa closed his brown eyes, Sydney started to sing Amazing Grace, a cappella, to all of their surprise, not just his papa!
"Syd, you're singing. You haven't sung since…"
"I know. A few of my cousins on mamma's side said I sounded like a sick old howling dog or cat, when I sung, so that's why I stopped."
"Well you shouldn't have, you have a beautiful singing voice, and especially now, now that your voice has changed."
"I know, and that was what the problem was, aside from me bawling through the whole thing, was my voice was changing. It kept pitching up and down and was so raspy, I didn't sound good as I sang."
"Yeah, but you were doing it with all your heart, your whole heart was in it. Your heart is always in it when you sing. That's what matters and counts and makes it sound so beautiful even despite what your bratty little cousins said, about your singing. They're just jealous, because they can't sing like you can. Please continue that was so beautiful."
Sydney continued, and they all stopped to listen to his beautiful singing voice and a lovely song of God's humble grace and love and praise. As old as the song was, it was all very true and just as relevant now as it was back then many years ago when it was first wrote, but it was still all new in God's love. As Sydney's heart expressed that all so well through his singing. Papa in joyful tears as the song touched his heart, made Sydney also cry a bit, but he was so pleased to sing it to his father, and to worship his Heavenly Father as well in doing so as he sang! "Anyone for an encore," that was a definite yes, and he pondered it a moment what one to do next, and sung Come, Now Is The Time to Worship, as an encore, all in hopes to help inspire some ideas about God and His free gift of salvation, through His Son Jesus Christ, for his friends who weren't yet saved, or were nearing the verge of doing so. After all today is the whole reason for the season, Jesus!