Ok, when I wrote the first part of my first Christmas special, I seriously did not think it would take me the entire year to get to write a part 2. I am sososososoooo(times a million) sorry! So much has happened in my life that I just haven't been able to keep up these things. Not to say I haven't been writing, I've written loads, just not things I can post. Anyway, please don't kill me… I'm not going to write a part two… I am re-writing the entire thing and posting it in its entirety below this note. I plan on writing a similar note on my other stories explaining my absence then hopefully going on to say how I plan to get back into my writing in the New Year.

I warn you, my writing has changed a bit in the intervening time, but I hope to pick up where I left off with most of my stories other than Whispers (It was never that good anyway and I'm totally stuck, it will be deleted shortly after the note is posted. I may write a finale to the so-called 'Voices Trilogy' but at the moment I have no inspiration) Mew Legacy (Honestly it was never intended to become more than a one shot and I am now totally stuck, I will leave it up though in case I do find the inspiration to continue it) and finally My Superpower Journal (Which was a re-write anyway, but honestly the idea just didn't take, it will also be deleted soon)

So sorry for leaving you all (If there are any left who haven't deserted)

SuperminionXD

The moment my eyes fluttered open a grin sprang onto my face and a strange bubbly sensation raced up my spine. It was Christmas! CHRISTMAS! My eyes immediately darted to the bedpost where my stocking had been carefully hung the night before. It was gone! A million questions raced into my mind. What had happened? Had it been stolen? Perhaps a villain had broken into the tower masquerading as Santa to rob us of all our presents? Perhaps someone had abducted Santa and was holding the presents to ransom unless the president hands over the Easter Bunny? Maybe AIM had created a device which teleported every single present to their location then turned them all into evil present-zombie-servants in order to take over the world? Or was I getting a little too far-fetched? Zombie minions are more that creepy scientist Zola's thing. Those gloop-things are Zombies, right?

Anyway, my fears were quickly quelled when I spotted the bright red fabric lying sideways on the floor, and so full of presents that for a second I wondered if it may explode. I tucked my knees under me and bent over the edge of the bed and poked it. It didn't. There was a small thud as a net of chocolate coins spilled out, but no explosions. Frankly I was a little disappointed. Was it too much to ask for one tiny 'pop'? It was Christmas after all! The disappointment was quickly swallowed up by the ever-growing spark of excitement as I wondered what Santa had brought me. I glanced over to Lucie's bed on the other side of the room. She was still sound asleep. I was quite surprised someone could even sleep that much! She had even fallen asleep early last night! Or was it that I had stayed up late to try and catch Santa? I had even tied a bell on my stocking, but sadly he had slipped through my grasp yet again. Darned magic!

With that rather un-christmassy thought on my mind, I stuck my feet out of bed and braved the cold wintery air. Turns out it wasn't all that cold or wintery though, with it being inside and all. I shrugged and tiptoed towards Luce. She looked rather peaceful, her dark eyelashes settled on her pale cheeks, looking a little like feathers. Her hair spread out on the pillow like a fan, it had now grown out of the short bob I always remembered her having and reached below her shoulders. She often liked to tie ribbons in it like old fashioned girls in books or fairy-tales always seemed to. It was still as dark as night (Night back where I used to live, not night in New York, I don't think New York has a Night) and stood stark against her nearly paper-white skin. She looked a lot like a child version of Snow White. In any case, she was a lot prettier than I would ever be. My hair was still as crazy as ever (despite Auntie Sue's efforts, not that I care most of the time), I have freckles on my nose and my jaw sticks out too much. Auntie Sue says it's because I'm too much like Daddy. When she puts it that way I don't mind so much. I like being like Daddy.

I prod Lucie hard in the side to wake her up. At first it doesn't seem to have worked all that well, then the hand I can see, which is on the pillow by her face, clenched her eyelids fluttered and she breathed in sharply. Her too-big blue eyes look as bright as ever in the darkness as she regarded me silently, still half asleep. I flashed her an even wider grin than before and almost leap into the air.

"WAKEUPWAKEUPLUCE! IT'S CHRISTMAS!" I squealed in excitement.

"Oh" she replied simply, her eyes showed no sign of recognition, not even a flicker of excitement.

"Aren't you excited?" I gasped, picking up the white-trimmed dark blue stocking from the foot of her bed and holding it up for her to see. Still there was no real reaction.

"What is that?" she asked

"A stocking, silly, haven't you been paying attention for the last, like, EVER?" I retorted, "IT'S! CHRISTMAS!"

"I thought that was the play about the Angels and Shepherds and things" She frowned. I looked at her with complete and unadulterated shock.

"YOU DON'T KNOW CHRISTMAS?" I shrieked in horror, she shied away and looked down at her duvet-covered feet. "That does it! Doom is a mean and horrible person with nothing but a black hole where his heart should be! And the worst Dad in the whole wide world! I hate him! I hate him! I HATE HIM!"

Luce flinched at the mention of her biological Father and cowered from my short-lived tantrum. I looked at her and my chest filled with steely resolve.

"I shall teach you Christmas!" I proclaimed, depositing the Present-filled stocking on her lap. "Lesson one. Stocking."

"That's a sock" She pointed out, looking at me with a cross between confusion and pouting. I rolled my eyes.

"I know it's a Sock" I stuck my tongue out at her, "But it's a special Christmas sock which Santa fills with presents when we're asleep."

"How does he get in here?" She asked, scouring the walls for a person-shaped hole.

"Through the Chimney"

"But we don't have one"

"Oh yeah… I don't know then… maybe he has magic powers or something… like Jay's…"

"Who is he?"

"Jay?"

"No, the Santa-person"

"… This it gunna take a while…"

After I had explained most things I could think of about Christmas to Lucie's satisfaction, we both went through to find everyone else. They were all already awake and sitting around the living room, mostly all still in pyjamas though. In the corner of the Sofa, Auntie Heather gave a small grunt of welcome; she was little more than a mass of purple hair wrapped in a massive navy blue blanket. In the middle of the mat on the floor Amy sat in her Reindeer-themed Onesie. Joe paraded around in his Snowman-themed one, holding his stocking high in the air and singing 'We wish you a Merry Christmas' loudly and out of tune to anyone who was listening. Daddy sat in the arm chair in just his Pyjama bottoms holding a cushion each side of his head to block out Joe's racket. Jay perched on the arm of the sofa, next to his sister, with a look of amused anticipation on his face. Both of my Uncles sat tiredly looking on at the whole scene and finally Auntie Sue knelt next to Amy talking animatedly about Amy's bright pink Stocking. Amy didn't seem all that impressed, but she took the patterned sock from her mother tipped out all the presents and arranged them in size and weight order. Uncle Reed seemed to look proudly at this, while Auntie Sue frowned at him as if it was his fault.

When Lucie and I had sat down a sort of 'Opening Ceremony' began. We all took turns to open one present at a time while Daddy loudly wondered why Santa had stolen our wrapping paper (It was Fantastic 5 brand, of course, with snowflakes alternating with the circular 5 symbol and falling snow in the background). Auntie Heather came out of her 'Nest' and threw a cushion at him. I got a flame-patterned stationary set, the latest Toy Story DVD, a notepad with a car on the front, a red cherry hair slide, the Chocolate coins from before, and finally the mandatory Orange. Lucie had a blue and white lace-patterned stationary set, an Alice in Wonderland DVD, a mini hairbrush, a pack of hair-bobbles and Chocolate coins. When she got to her Orange she just stared at it.

"It's an Orange" I stage-whispered in her direction, "You know that, right?"

She nodded and leaned towards me, a blush colouring her cheeks.

"I know, but what is it doing here?" she whispered. "Did it fall out the fruit bowl?"

"No, it's supposed to be there, there's always an Orange" I replied, giggling slightly. I held up mine for her to see.

"Why?" she asked.

"I dunno" I shrugged, "There just is"

When all the Stocking-presents were unwrapped, we all trooped out, leaving the floor littered with ripped wrapping paper. We got dressed as quickly as possible.

"More time for opening presents" I explained to Luce as she sliped on her favourite sky-blue pinafore over a white long-sleeved top. I chose a white cherry-covered top to match my new clip, which Auntie Sue had already put in my hair, and my usual jeans.

Breakfast was an excited, but still incredibly mundane experience. Auntie Sue asked the usual question 'what would we like to eat?' we gave the usual answers; things like Cookies, Chocolate or Candy Canes. Altogether, the lesson of Christmas I had been teaching stopped. After all, presents didn't really need any explanation. We all processed into the lab, the only room big enough to house our gigantic Christmas tree. Daddy had been sent out to get it, and since it was mine and Lucie's first Christmas at the Baxter Building he went a bit overboard. The bottom of the stump was a little charred so I was suspicious he had just flown to a forest to fetch it himself instead of buying it in a shop. If that was the case, I was a little miffed he didn't take me with him.

The presents were awesome! I was especially pleased with the hover-scooter Daddy press-ganged Uncle Reed into making. While we had been opening them Aunt Alicia had joined us, bringing with her another bag of presents, along with an especially large one for Uncle Ben. Spiderman dropped in a little before lunch, but left soon after as he had his own meal to get to. Lunch itself was delicious. The Turkey was ginormous to the point that all the shelves had to be taken out the oven to fit it in. The roast potatoes and other things had to be cooked in a separate oven. When everything was gone, Aunt Alicia brought out a large Christmas cake baked by her half-brother who owned a bakery. It was amazing, with little shapes all cut out of marzipan and icing sugar sprinkled like snow. I had a piece, but I poked the cake until it disintegrated and then ate only the icing and marzipan. In don't like raisins.

After lunch the presents seemed to run out. Joe definitely wasn't happy about it, but he went onto the roof to play with a remote control helicopter he had got. Amy ignored all her presents and went straight for a scientific journal given to Uncle Reed. She stared at the cover as if it held the secrets of the universe, but didn't open it. Everyone else disappeared so that it ended up with me and Daddy in the sitting room, still covered in screwed up paper, watching a Christmas special edition of one of his Motorbike-ing shows. I sat there for a long while, just eating my chocolate coins. Then I moved on to a sweet-filled penguin, then some chocolate buttons. I must've eaten quite a lot of chocolate, because after a while I didn't feel like eating any more. In fact I felt quite sick. But I also felt so tired that I couldn't move enough to do anything about it. I slumped sideways and rested my head on Daddy's lap. A grin spread onto my face. I liked Christmas. Even if Mummy wasn't here to like it too.

See, definitely longer and better than the original. And in only one part. I hope you enjoyed it. The image at the end is cute, I think anyway, I did the same thing this year, even though I am nineteen, though it was quite uncomfortable since my dad keeps keys in his pocket, like, 24/7.

Anyway, I've sort of been correcting some mistakes I've been making as I go along. Joe, for example, I've been calling Jo which is in fact the female variation of the name, Jay is spelled J-A-Y not just the letter and a couple of other different things I didn't realise I did wrong before.

I hope to see you guys soon for another short story. I might do something for New Year if I get inspired, not sure yet though…

Bye for now,

SuperminionXD