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December 14th
Lights
The North Pole was the center of Christmas preparations.
It was where the gifts were made, packaged, and set into North's sleigh. It was where the mischievous elves and hard-working yetis lived.
Jack loved the place.
Except that there was one thing he had noticed about the Pole. It had surprised him a lot. The place was the very epitome of Christmas time.
But.
It.
Didn't.
Have.
Any.
Christmas.
Lights.
His first Christmas there, he'd wondered about it, but ignored the missing decorations, since he was too tired and too busy fighting with Bunny to worry about it.
His second, he'd wondered about it even more.
Jack loved the lights all around the world. His work often led him to see many different displays of them, all of various degrees of hugeness.
The North Pole would be the perfect place for them.
But.
It.
Didn't.
Have.
Any.
Christmas.
Lights.
For some reason it bugged him really badly.
And so, one day he asked Phil about it.
The blank stare he'd gotten in response wasn't what he was looking for.
He kept it up, asking multiple yetis and even some of the elves.
None had any response to his question.
And so he took it to the Big Man himself.
"Hey North?" Jack questioned suddenly from his position on the floor.
"Yes?"
"Uhm, I was wondering," Jack scratched the back of his head, voice fading a bit in embarrassment, "Uh, I mean, why don't you hang up Christmas lights outside?"
The Cossack stared at the teen, blue eyes wide, mouth gaping. Choking sounds came from the back of his throat, and North boomed loudly, shaking the windows.
"WHY HAVE I NOT THOUGHT OF THIS!?"
He stood suddenly, stomping over to the door, yelling for the yetis. Jack was left staring stupidly at the open door, eyebrows raised. It really hadn't occurred to him that North hadn't thought of hanging up lights on the Workshop. They definiently had some lights inside on trees and things, but apparently hadn't ever tried to do it outside. A tiny thought forming in the back of his brain, Jack questioned if he'd just started something good or bad.
Judging from the murderous glares from the yetis a week later, it'd been bad.
Shying away from the looks, Jack ran smack into North. The jolly man clapped him on the back, nearly knocking him to his knees, and grinned at him in a way that seemed like trouble.
Fifteen minutes later Jack found himself grumbling while flying a string of lights up to the roof.
Sighing, he realized that this was his entire fault.
There was no way out of his predicament.
And so,
Now.
It.
Does.
Have.
Many.
Christmas.
Lights.