Christmas was always a hard time for Pip. When he was younger, he looked forward to the holidays simply because the other children would ease up on the teasing in fear of Santa Claus. As they all got older and such myths were replaced with the much more truthful "Rich-kids-get-more" rule, the holiday season became just like any other time of year for Pip. Not to mention the fact that his adopted parents didn't really want to put much work into making Christmas good for him.

It was when Pip was fifteen that he had his first genuine holiday experience. Damien Thorn had decided to move back to South Park, and he resided in the house next to Pip's. Because of that and South Park's distrust of anybody new (let alone the prince of Hell), Pip and Damien became quite friendly with each other. It was kind of difficult to tell, because of Damien's hobby of torturing Pip when he got bored or angry, the two really liked each other.

One day after school, Pip was at Damien's house and Damien was flipping through TV channels. He stopped when a flashy commercial commanding viewers to get their Christmas shopping done at South Park mall caught his eye.

Damien let out a disgusted grunt. "Ugh, stupid holiday."

Pip glanced over. "What's wrong with Christmas?" He asked.

"Oh, let's see," Damien said sarcastically. "It's a holiday celebrating the birth of Christ. I'm the son of the Antichrist. I wonder why I don't like it?"

"Oh... That's true, isn't it?" Pip looked down. "I don't like it either, honestly."

"Then why the fuck are you wondering why I don't like it?" Damien demanded in an angry tone.

Pip, used to Damien's rage, spoke in a calmer fashion. "It's really hard to like something you've never had."

Damien raised an eyebrow. "You've never had Christmas? Dude, you're a fucking Catholic. Isn't it law or something that you celebrate it?"

"It's not law, no. And besides, I'm pretty sure that Catholics aren't supposed to be friends with Satan's son, either." Pip replied.

That put an end to that conversation.

Despite not talking about it, the topic of Christmas didn't really leave Damien's mind. He had celebrated Christmas before. It was, ironically, one of his father's favorite holidays. Even though Damien didn't like it, he also couldn't imagine NOT celebrating it. He also couldn't imagine what it must be like for Pip. It almost made him sympathetic towards Pip, who he figured had probably never left cookies out for "Santa", or decorated a Christmas tree, or woke up on the holiday itself to a pile of presents under a tree.

Damien hadn't been planning on celebrating the holiday as much as he had in the past. He was just planning on inviting his father over for a little bit, and possibly putting elf hats on the various decorative skulls around his home. Instead, he decided he was going to go all-out. A couple of times during his preparation, Damien questioned why he was doing this, why he cared so much about Pip having a Christmas. In the end, the only true response he could come up with was a simple 'Tis The Season' type thing.

On Christmas Eve morning, Damien went over to Pip's house and invited him to spend the night. Pip was surprised, and somewhat scared. He had slept over at Damien's house several times before, but Damien had never smiled so much when asking him.

Pip accepted nonetheless.

When he walked into Damien's house, Pip gasped at the sight of a living tree in the living room, decorated with round colored balls. His eyes wandered around the room, and he was pleasantly shocked to see that the whole room was decorated for the holiday.

"I didn't do this for you, if that's what you're thinking," Damien said with a small smirk. He was very obviously lying.

"I don't care! I love it!" Pip squealed. He wanted to hug Damien, but refrained from it.

Damien continued to pleasantly surprise Pip throughout the day, from turning on a marathon of Christmas specials to bringing out a plate of slightly burnt Christmas cookies accompanied with a mug of hot chocolate. They even left a plate of cookies out for "Santa" before going to sleep, even though both of them knew it was childish.

The next morning, Damien woke Pip up with news that Santa came. Pip sat up, and despite knowing that Santa was just a legend, ran out to the living room.

He gasped when he saw a small pile of presents under the tree. "Damien..." Pip said, his eyes wide.

"They're for you." Damien said with a smile.

"You really shouldn't have..." Pip said as he sat down on the floor and picked one up.

"Too fucking bad. I already did." Damien said, sitting down next to his friend.

Pip opened a few presents slowly, trying to save the wrapper. This annoyed Damien, and he taught Pip the "correct" way to open Christmas presents, which was the rip-it-to-shreds way. By the time Pip was done, the floor was littered with shredded paper, and both boys had grins plastered on their faces.

"You're truly amazing, Damien," Pip said.

"Yeah, whatever." Damien said, turning slightly pink.

Before either boy could say anything else, Pip wrapped his arms around Damien and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Damien turned even redder and pushed Pip away. "Dude, no. That's really gay."

"I do not believe that kissing you on the cheek is gay," Pip said with a tiny smirk. "However, if I did this..." Pip pressed another small kiss to Damien's lips. "That qualifies as gay."

Damien's face went even redder and he turned away, hiding his face in his hands. "Yeah, that's gayer," he mumbled.

THE END-SORRY IT SUCKS