OK, to start off, a quick fyi; I made an edit to chapter one, adding in a Nativity Scene outside the Hopps' front door (because it's kind of hinted that they have, at least, some Christian background).

I have to say I'm impressed by how this took off. The morning after I uploaded it my e-mail was flooded (and I mean flooded; I don' think I've ever seen so many notices from all at once! My thanks to everyone who's shown interest in this so far. I wasn't expecting so many faves – not to mention four reviews (which has become what I hold out for before an update on SS) – in less than twelve hours from the upload.

And now, without further delay...


Nani: "Did you catch fire again?"

David: "Nah, just the stage."

Lilo and Stitch

It didn't take long to revive Bonnie, and it only took slightly longer for her and Stu to pull Judy aside.

"We just need to have a quick talk with Bun-Bun," Bonnie explained.

"Bun-Bun?" echoed Nick in a tone which clearly said something more like, 'Oooh, wait'll the guys at the precinct hear that one.'

Judy shot him a look which clearly said, 'Don't even think about it.'"This won't take long," she promised. "Just hang up your coat..." she pointed one way towards a track rack like the kind at a dry cleaner's, "... and make yourself comfortable in the living room," she finished, pointing the other way.

"Judith…" Bonnie persisted.

Judy suppressed the urge to groan. Her mother only called her 'Judith' when something was profoundly wrong. "I'll be right back," she promised Nick just before her parents whisked her away.

Suddenly alone in the Hopps Home, Nick felt rather hemmed in – not only by the bunnies (though most of them had moved away), but by the room itself. The ceiling was high enough that he didn't have to stoop down, but the small furnishings made him feel like he had walked into a nursery school.

"Oop!"

So much for not bumping into things, he thought as he removed a dangling sprig of mistletoe from his snout. He hadn't known it, but mistletoe berries were naturally quite sticky – and the Hopps family didn't go for artificial plants. Great, he thought, and Taelia's not here, either.

Fortunately, he found he had one thing going for him. One was that, mingled in with the décor, the Hopps clan had placed signs pointing to different rooms and events: movies, bathroom, and kitchen down one hallway, living room, gifts for visitors, and allergy-safe snack tables down another, and so on.

This explains a lot about Carrots, he thought, his paws straying to his stomach. Too bad there's no sign of a pred-safe snack table. Spotting a note below the signs which read, 'Take one,' and pointed to a stack of papers below, he did and found it was a list of schedules for different movies and activities. I guess I'd better not wander off until Carrots gets back, he thought. Checking the signs again, he made for the living room.

Upon reaching his destination, he recalled something Judy had told him on the way – something firmly drilled into the heads of each and every Hopps. When holidays came along, guests had the right of way. Sure enough, several bunnies vacated chairs as he entered the living room – though whether this was a matter of manners or more the opposite, he couldn't say.

In any case, it didn't solve one other problem: the stares. Being a head taller than everyone else around, as well as the only fox, Nick might as well have had a neon sign on his head saying, 'Watch me closely. Stare like zombies.'

Settling into an open easy chair – one of the few seats actually big enough for his purposes – he decided that for the moment he should avoid speaking unless spoken to and focus on preparing for the conversation sure to come with Judy's parents. One thing he had learned on other occasions when he was in someone's house was to study the setting for cues. A good surveilance of somene's house could yield volumes of information useful to one seeking to make a good imprssion.

Trying not to notice furtive glances and undisguised stares, he applied himself to this tack. The room – which (in keeping with the size of the family) was about the size of some dancing rooms he'd seen at night clubs – was tastefully decorated. Mint green wallpaper provided a tranquil backdrop for family photos, ledges full of memorabilia and family photos safely out of jumping range, and an assortment of rustic coat racks. Just below the shelves, yards and yards of pine garland and tinsel had been twined together, providing a nice contrast of light and dark against the middle-hued background. A grandfather clock stood in one corner, and in the middle of the east wall sat a large fireplace behind a grate. Nick briefly noticed that the grate was secured with a padlock, evidently to shield the blaze within from tampering paws (and vice-versa).

Then his attention migrated above the fire to a large decorative blanket above the mantlepiece. It was the kind woven from fairly thick threads (that is to say, about as thick as a pencil lead) with the picture directly woven into the fabric. The picture, unsurprisingly, was of a nativity. The main species present were antelopes, though there were also some sheep and cattle dressed in farmers' clothes. Nick noticed that the camel magi weren't present, but supposed that they would have made the picture too crowded.

Seeing that there was nothing to dread from the innocuous visitor, the rabbits around presently grew bolder. One of them, a girl about ten, walked up to Nick. "I'm Runo. Did you come with Judy?" she asked.

Nick, pulled out of his inspection of the blanket, looked at her. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm with Judy."

The young doe gasped. "Holy smoke, she really is dating a fox! I've gotta tell Sheryl!"

"What? No! We're not-!" It was too late. The bunny was gone. Nick groaned. "Why did I ever agree to this?"

Others, emboldened by the first one's bravado, soon came forward and started asking him questions. He struggled to keep up, and tried in vain to recognize any of the ones Judy had shown him on her phone. At long last he spotted the face of the one who had first approached him.

"Runo!" he yelped. "Listen, I think there's been a mistake. I'm not-"

"I'm not Runo," she told him. "I'm Sally. I'll tell Runo you're looking for her."

"Okay, and tell her-"

She was gone.

Nick groaned. This was going to be a long Christmas Eve.

In another room, Mrs. Hopps was still in a state of mental shock. "Judy, you know I love you no matter what, but are you actually dating a fox?!"

"Mom, that was a prank," Judy insisted. "Nick even said so right after you fainted. Dad, you heard him."

"I did," Stu conceded thoughtfully, "although that could be the prank – just like the time when..."

This stunt was starting to look like a worse idea all the time. "Mom, Dad, I promise it was a joke. You said to bring a guy friend, and Nick is a guy friend – and, by the way, he's got someone. A friend of mine, actually."

Her parents looked at one another. "She's rehearsed this too well," Stu stated.

Judy groaned and smacked herself in the face with both paws. She hadn't been this exasperated since the DMV, for crying out loud!

"What's going on?" asked Alex, walking up.

"Judy's dating a fox," Stu replied.

Judy wanted to scream, but Alex just laughed. "Oh, that?" he asked. "Dad, Mom, that was a joke. She and I planned it all out a month ago."

The parents stared at him. "I am not sure whether to be upset or relieved," Stu uttered.

Judy just stared at the three of them, but said nothing until they were on their way back to the living room.

"Okay, why the heck did they believe you just like that?!" she hissed to Alex.

He shrugged. "You've gotten rusty," he teased. "You got too adamant and it sounded like you were overcompensating. That's like the top of the Rookie Mistakes List."

Judy made a mental note to keep Alex pranking Nick. If the two guys ever forged an alliance, she'd never make it. Speaking of which...

"Is everything all set?" she asked.

He smiled and flashed a thumbs-up. "I thought you'd never ask. It's all 10&O and good to go – but you should probably know that I spotted Marcie using a walkie-talkie on my way here."

Judy groaned. "Not again." She caught her mother by the elbow. "Mom, I think we may have a problem. Could you go to the south door of does' room six and stand guard?"

Bonnie knew better than to ask questions; it was hardly unheard of for Judy's 'may have a problem' to mean the same as someone else's 'the living room rug is on fire.'

Still in the living room, Nick was very close to running screaming out the door. He was dead certain he had seen not less than eighteen bunnies with 'Runo's' face. They all came and went so quickly that he could never correct them about Judy's hoax, and the only difference he could spot among them was their clothes.

"Holding up okay, Slick?" asked Judy, mercifully foregoing her personal favorite 'Nick-name.'

"Oh, hallelujah," he sighed when he saw her. "Carrots, I have tried and tried, but I can't recognize anyone here. Oh, hi Aaron..."

"Alex," Alex corrected him.

Nick sighed. "Exactly my point."

Judy shrugged. One headache at a time, she thought. "Hang tight, Nick. Pretend I went to the bathroom."

She ducked behind his chair before he could ask, "What?"

"Hey, are you Nick?" asked another Runo look-alike, walking up.

Nick suppressed the urge to ask if they had a duplicator box in the house. "I need a name tag," he lamented. "Yes, I'm Nick. Are you Runo?"

"No, I'm Doloris."

"Funny," said Judy, emerging from hiding. "I thought your name was Jade."

The bunny in question looked ill, then took off like a shot through the crowd, yelling into a walkie-talkie with Judy fast on her heels.

"Our cover's blown! Abort the mission! Abort the mission!"

She vanished into a hallway with Judy close behind, and a moment later sounds of chaos issued forth like something off-screen in a slapstick cartoon.

"Run for it, Marcie!"

"Ow, not the ear!"

"Let go of my leg!"

Nick looked at the crowd of rabbits around, whose reactions ranged from awe to laughter. Then he looked at Stu and Alex, who both looked perfectly calm about the whole matter.

"Do I want to know what's going on?" he asked.

Bonnie's voice rang out loud and clear amidst a fresh burst of noise.

"Hey! You girls get back here and get properly dressed! THERE ARE GUESTS IN THE HOUSE!"

Scrunching his face, Nick clapped a paw over his eyes. "No. No, I do not."

It took some time before the does came back, marching six identical bunnies in front of them like prisoners of war and lining them up in front of Nick. The whole set wore mismatched, haphazard outfits which looked to have been thrown together in a hurry.

"So," asked Judy decisively, "which one of you was the ringleader of this again?"

The one at the far left of the line coughed. "It was a joke," she offered meekly.

"Marcie..." warned Bonnie, tapping her foot.

Marcie stared at the floor, and haltingly confessed the whole scheme. She and the other five – all littermates – had done themselves up to look identical. Then they had circled through a bathroom with doors on both sides, switching outfits and fake names at each pass. Now that they were no longer driving him crazy (and now that the interrogation had made them the center of attention instead of him), Nick couldn't help but be impressed. It was a scheme worthy of me, he thought to himself, hiding a smirk. Finnick would love these kids.

"So, we're sorry," Marcie finished. "Really, really sorry," she added in a, 'Please say it's okay so Mom won't send our presents back' kind of way.

Nick masked his amusement and shrugged. "Well, now that I'm no longer at risk for heading off to the nuthouse, I guess we're cool."

The pack of bunnies thanked him and moved to depart, but Stu cleared his throat. "You know the rules, kids. You prank a visitor, you apologize and then spend half an hour scrubbing pans." He moved to his wife's side and patted her on the arm. "Alex and I will get this. You and Judy take a breather."

She smiled appreciatively as Alex joined Stu, slapping paws with Judy on the way like two members of a tag team. Nick noticed Alex pointing to his watch, and Judy nodding.

They're up to something, he thought. "So much for the 'no pranks' promise," he noted to Judy.

"This wasn't me," she insisted, looking genuinely sorry for what Nick had gone through. "I was hoping they had matured some, but I guess it was too much to ask."

"Those were Marcie, Naomi, Barbara, Louise, Justine, and Dawn, by the way," Bonnie explained, rattling the names off very calmly.

Nick noticed that none of the names matched any they had given him.

"They're sextuplets," she went on, "and they're always cooking up mischief. They call themselves the Sisters Six."

Nick scrunched his face. "That sounds like a rip-off of a team from a comic book or something."

"It is," Judy replied, "which should tell you a lot about them right there."

"Oh, it does," he nodded.

Bonnie smiled. "So, Nick, are you hungry? We're not quite prepared for a, um, fox, but you've had a long trip from the city, and..."

Judy hastily intervened. "Oh, Nick had plenty to eat on the way over here. That can wait."

"Uh... right." Nick put a paw on his stomach. The truth was he was famished, despite the snacks he'd eaten that morning, but he wasn't sure being full would be so much better in the Hopps' house. "Uh, by the way," he added, doing his best to sound casual, "in case Judy didn't tell you, we're not dating."

"She did," Bonnie replied, unsuccessfully trying to hide her relief at having it confirmed. "Not that there's anything wrong with foxes, you know. It's just..." she trailed off, looking worried – like she thought Nick might bite her or, worse yet, sue for discrimination.

Nick raised a paw in a tired manner. He wasn't sure if what he was seeing was false acceptance or genuine penance, and either way being singled out like this made him uncomfortable. "Look," he said, "I'm fine. It's fine. We pranked you, ha ha, there we go." Then, brightening in an effort to lighten the mood, he rubbed his paws together and asked, "Um, I could go for some of your spiced cider about now. Judy's been raving about it, and..."

"Oh, yes," Bonnie brightened. "Come on, let's go get-"

"No," Judy said a little too quickly. "I just remembered I need to take care of something over by the kitchen anyway. I'll get some. You've been working hard at the academy; you should rest." She walked off, looking as unhurried as possible.

Nick looked at Bonnie. She looked at him.

"She's up to something, right?" he asked.

Bonnie folded her arms. "And if I follow her, the kids will be all over you like piranahs," she added.

Nick let out a huff. "Sly bunny."

By the time Judy got back, things were going a little better. Nick had made a few polite remarks about the decorating and the organization it must have taken to get a home that large trimmed in time for Christmas. Bonnie, in turn, had asked if he had any experience with kids – noting that Nick had taken the Sisters Six very much in stride once he knew what was going on. His assertion to the negative led to a real common thread: background in food sales.

"I've never tried it out in the suburbs," he confessed, "but I think I could cut it just about anywhere – if I went back to sales, that is."

Bonnie nodded. "Well, the real challenge out here is mostly keeping paws busy. All these bunnies running around have something to do at least part of the day pretty much since they're old enough to tie the laces on their workboots."

"Didn't think you wore shoes out here much, any more than we do in the city."

This was answered with a shrug. "Mostly for safety. Heavy equipment, sharp tools, the odd pinching insect... that sort of thing. Anyway, we start everyone out on simple things like pulling weeds, and then move them up to more complicated jobs. That way, there's enough work done and enough produce grown to keep everyone warm and fed." After a moment's thought, she added curiously, "How do you produce pawpsicles, anyway? I mean, enough for a business?"

Cheating, mostly, thought Nick. "Well, I don't want to bore you with the details. Get the juice, freeze it, bladitty-bladitty-blah."

"Well it's clear you'd never make it as an English teacher," Judy cracked, walking up with a tray holding three steaming mugs. "Decided to get us all some cider."

"Oh, thanks Judy." Bonnie took one mug for herself and passed another to Nick, then pulled a couple of stray chairs over for herself and her daughter. Once Judy had removed hers and set the tray aside, they clinked mugs and took a long sip.

"Mmm," Nick murmured, running his tongue around his mouth. "Now this would make a good pawpsicle."

"We tried that once," Judy laughed. "The thing is, stuff settles and throws the texture off by the time it freezes."

"Stuff?" echoed Nick, glancing uncertainly at the cup in his hand.

Bonnie shrugged. "Orange juice pulp, mostly. Also some little bits that simmer off of the cloves and cinnamon sticks."

"Huh. Too bad." Nick took another swig. "I'll have to get the recipe for this, though."

"Everyone says that," laughed Bonnie, fishing a card out of her pocket and handing it to him. "It's an old family recipe."

Nick accepted the card, wondering if maybe it could make up for the impression he'd once given Taelia of his cooking skills.

"By the way, Judy, I love that sweater," Bonnie added.

"Oh, thanks," Judy replied, glancing down. The item in question had been a gift from a woodchuck friend of hers back in the city, and showed a forest of pine trees flecked with snow. It was pretty impressive picture quality too, considering that it was knitted.

The conversation was broken off by a bunny walking up. "Hey, are you that fox Judy's not dating?"

Judy breathed a sigh of relief. She had gotten so exhausted telling everyone that Nick wasn't her boyfiend that she had finally resorted to using her carrot pen to relay the message. How the word of his arrival had even spread that fast without use of the pawblic address system, she'd never know. "Yes, this is Nick. Nick, this is... Eileen."

Ha, thought Nick, noting the tiny pause. I knew she had trouble once in a while. "Nice to meet you," he told Eileen, leaning forward and extending a paw.

She shook it, wearing a smile that worried him a little. She's either got a prank in mind, or... nah.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" asked Eileen.

Uh-oh, thought Nick, coughing a little. "Yes, actually. Judy introduced us – sort of." Taelia had kindly asked Nick not to bring up just how the two of them had met, since it was rather embarassing.

Eileen looked a little nonplussed to hear this. "Too bad," she remarked, studying the fox. "You're cute."

Everyone stopped and stared at her, but Nick barely paused. Rapid recovery, he knew, was vital in awkward predicaments – though being crushed on by a little girl was a new one for him. "Well, I won't say I'm not flattered, but I do happen to be twice your age. I know your big sis loves to say 'anyone can be anything,' but I'm pretty sure she would still kill me if I tried to be fifteen."

Judy quickly picked up the idea. "Oh, I wouldn't kill you," she replied, folding her arms. "I'd tell Taelia and let her do it. She'd take longer."

Nick patted the crestfallen bunny on the head. "There's a buck out there for you somewhere. Hang in there."

As Eileen left, Judy let her annoyance show. "Is there some conspiracy to embarrass me or something?"

"Duh," came Alex's voice from over her shoulder. He and Stu had just come back.

Judy smacked herself in the face. "You had to show up right at that second?"

"Everything all in order?" asked Bonnie.

Stu nodded. "Oh, they're all set. Pop's keeping an eye on them."

Judy winced. Paw-Paw was always grouchy, but when he drew short straw for the kitchen supervisor role on Christmas Eve... well, suffice it to say she almost felt sorry for the Sisters Six. Almost.

"So, not to change the subject, Nick, but if I know foxes, you must be hungry – and I do know foxes, because we partnered up with one this year."

"Really?" asked Nick. Judy hadn't mentioned this particular tidbit – more than likely to keep him on edge. He gave her a look which simply drew a shrug.

"I guess I was too busy sticking names on those pictures," she offered in defense.

"Uh-huh," Nick replied, clearly not buying it. "Well, as a matter of fact..."

At that moment his stomach made a sound reminiscent of a volcano. He looked down and laughed awkwardly. "I guess I could do with a bite."

"Well, let's go, then," Judy offered brightly, drawing him eagerly from his seat and towing him toward the dining room.

As they approached the eating area, the general hubbub of the house escalated. The Hopps, as Nick learned, had a vast dining room which frequently changed occupants as one group's turn began and another ended. During parties like this one, the dining tables were repurposed for a greater volume and wider range of foods. This allowed eaters to spread out around the house, but it also turned the hub – the dining room – into little more than a free-for-all.

When they reached their destination, which was really more of a cafeteria, Nick's eyes popped. The tables – of which there had to be a dozen or more – were each given over almost entirely to a single dish or type of dish. One for salad, one for spaghetti, one for various kinds of potatoes...

His stomach lurched at the sight.

"Now let's see," Stu ventured. "You foxes are okay with fruit, right? Or am I thinking of bears?"

Nick's spirits lifted considerably. "Fruit's great – especially blueberries..." he trailed off, fearing that they might be all out.

"Right this way," Judy urged, towing him by the sweater sleeve toward a back corner of the room. Up ahead, Nick could hear several voices urging everyone to 'stay back.'

"Uh, Bun-Bun," Bonnie called, following in confusion, "The fruit table is over... here..."

She trailed off as she came around Nick, who had suddenly stopped. Right in front of them was a table laden not with vegetarian foods, but with fried and roasted cricket combo platters, shrimp, and a variety of other predator foods. Also present were fresh blueberries, blueberry pie and tarts, and... well, actually, it looked to Nick as if they had laid out all of his favorites.

"Where did this come from?" asked Stu, gesturing to the table.

Judy laughed. "Let's just say I got a little inside help to get all this in here."

Interestingly, Alex was suddenly nowhere in sight.

"Wait," Nick protested. Never in his life had he been so close to upset at the sight of food he liked. "You mean you guys were ready for a carnivore?! Carrots, you told me that..." he trailed off, thoroughly stunned as he realized he'd just gone through all that preparation for nothing. "You promised no pranking on Christmas Eve!"

"Yes I did. It's Christmas Eve, and the prank's over," she smirked, holding up a plate of buffalo crickets. "Dig in."

Nick filled up a tray and found a relatively quiet room to chat with the two does. Stu had to beg out, saying that Cinder had a new boyfriend he wanted to screen.

"Cinder?" echoed Nick, confused. He knew rabbits went through a lot of names, but that one was a bit much even for him.

"Actually her name is Cindy," Judy clarified, mixing a few added bits into a salad for herself. "Everyone calls her Cinder, though, after the Chemistry Set Incident."

Nick winced. "Do I want to know?" he asked.

Bonnie smiled just a little. "Let's just say that was the last time she teamed up with Marcie and the others. They used to be the Sisters Seven."

As they chatted back and forth about this, that, and the other thing, none of them realized they were being watched. A young buck – about eight – had heard about the fox in the house. Having not heard about the prank part of the story, he had concluded that this city slicker must have somehow charmed his way past Judy's defenses – and must, therefore, be dealt with.

Nick never even knew the buck was there until a shout of, "Thunder Punch!" sounded in his ear. Before he could so much as turn, a blow took him in the shoulder – accompanied by a convulsive wave of pain.

"YAAAH-AH-AH-AAAHH!" he screamed as he fell out of his seat, scattering his lunch and gyrating on the foor.

The culprit, dressed in a yellow costume decorated with black lightning blts like the stripes of some truly ridiculous tiger, bounced off and landed a short distance away. Electricity still sparked from a device strapped to his wrist. "Critical hit!" he exulted.

"Jordy Hopps, what in the world do you think you're doing?!" shouted Bonnie, snatching him up with one paw and quickly disarming him with the other. She switched off the device and tossed it away, still holding her wayward son aloft by the collar of his costume.

Jordy seemed unfazed by his mother's tirade. "Chasing off an intruder, Mom."

Judy was busy checking on Nick, but despite the zap he seemed to be fine – physically, anyway. There was a look of betrayal on his face, though, as his gaze fell on the weapon in question... or rather, the emblem painted on it. It was a picture of a fox.

"What the heck's going on?" asked Stu, who had come running when he heard the noise.

"Somebody decided to play superhero," Bonnie all but growled.

Nick picked up the offending object. "With a fox taser?" he asked, looking like one of them had just stabbed him with a knife. Judy's stomach sank at the sight; he hadn't looked this wounded since the press conference.

"Nick," she pleaded, "it's not what you think. I forgot to tell Alex..."

"To what? Hide the fox taser you keep lying around?"

Stu stepped in. "Now hold on. Look, Nick, I know it was made for foxes, but it's an all-purpose taser. It works on anything – uh, one. We keep it around in case of intruders – which this fox isn't," he added, directing the last part to the offending youngster. "Judy invited him."

"He's got you all duped!" protested Jordy, trying to wriggle loose. "He's using Judy to-"

"Now you listen to me," Judy cut in, stepping up so she was eye-to-eye with him. "Nick is not using me for anything. I wanted to prank Mom and Dad, so I invited him to the party to let them think he was my boyfriend – and now, he is going to have a good time if I have to tie you to the top of the Christmas tree to keep you out of the way. Got it?"

While everyone's attention was on Jordy, Nick quietly slipped away. Nice effort, Fluff, he thought, but I'll settle for just staying under the radar until it's time to go.

Did I swipe the name of that one character from AngloFalcon's material who everyone loves to hate? Well yes, yes I did - because I could. lol I needed a name for someone everybody would want to see get drop-kicked, so there you are. Will he turn out like his namesake? Well, I could have revealed that, but I'm making you all wait a week. :P

Also, I'd like to mention that one reason I wanted to write this story is that I love nativity scenes, and I noticed a few hints in the movie of a noteworthy Christian presence in Bunnyburrow (Pentecostal, I suspect, but that's neither here nor there for this story).

Stay awesome, and for those who haven't be sure to check out "Something Stinks" and my Zootopia-ish Balto fanfic "What's Love Anyway?" It's got a Christmas update coming soon which I challenge anyone to read out loud without crying.

I'm going to do something a little different with the Easter Egg Hunt in this chapter (because without Easter, what would be the point of Christmas?). Instead of clues as to where to look, I'll tell wht the Easter Eggs reference and let you guys figure out where they crop up.

Easter Eggs in this chapter reference:

Back to the Future (two of these)

Magic Schoolbus

Spider-Man

Bakugan

Calvin and Hobbes

Pokemon

Spyro the Dragon

See how many you can spot!


Songs I listened to for mood while writing this:

Angels We Have Heard on High, by David Archuleta

Christmas this Year, by TobyMac

Christmas Time Down South, Charlie Daniels & Friends w/ Aaron Tippin

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

Hark the Herald Angels Sing, by Weezer

Christmas with a Capital C, by Go Fish

Joy to the World

It's Christmas, by Mandisa

Mary's Boy Child

Retooning the Nativity, by Igniter Media (not music, but a lot of fun to watch or listen to)

We Three Kings, by Hugh Jackman, David Hudson, and Peter something-I-can't-spell

In Like a Lion, by Relient K

Christmas Eve (not sure of the group, but there's a great video on YouTube with clips from Balto)

Best Time of the Year

Snoopy's Christmas, by Royal Guardsmen

The Best Christmas of All by Disney

Under the Mistletoe from the Pokemon Christmas Bash

Sleigh Ride

All I Want for Christmas is You


And on a final note, I happen to have the recipe for that spiced cider – perfect for all your cold-weather partying needs! (This is my mother's recipe, btw; there are many variations)

4 cups apple cider

2 cups cranberry juice

1 cup orange juice

1 cup pineapple juice

2 sticks cinnamon

1 tsp whole cloves

Simmer the ingredients for 20 minutes. Crock pot instructions to follow, but I didn't want to make you wait.