Eighty
Merry Christmas!

"Christmas?" Dark Pit asked, looking up at the title. "What the heck is Christmas?"

"You don't know the true meaning of Christmas?!" Agumon gasped.

"I don't know the meaning of Christmas, period—"

"HEY GUYS! PITTOO ("AUUUUGH!") DOESN'T KNOW THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS!" Agumon yelped to the other narrators, in various actions around the narrating platform.

"Meh, just throw him into the Chamber of Christmas Specials for a few hours, he'll be fine," Zelda shrugged, not even turning from her session of Wii Fit.

"How can you play that in a dress?" Percy asked.

"I've got the Triforce of Wisdom, I do what I want," Zelda shrugged.

"I think people usually say 'I've got the Triforce of COURAGE, I can do what I want', Zelda," Pit perked from his plush posture on the poised couch. "What's with all the P's, Reev?"

"I've got a Celestial Bronze Pencil, I can do what I want," Reevee21 answered from her laptop.

Percy face palmed.

"Hey, what's the Chamber of Christmas Specials? What is Christmas in the first place? Some kind of holiday?" Dark Pit asked.

"Yea, the fifth or so special ought to tell you that," Percy stated simply, tripping the dark angel so he landed in a randomly-appearing pit.

"But he didn't land in me!" Pit argued. "…at least…I don't think he did…"

"Not that pit, Pit, the other pit-pit!" Reevee21 argued.

"What?"

"Yea, I don't know, either. SAY, WHAT ARE THE POKEMON DOING?!"

Brief screen switch to an empty PC box.

Back in the narrating platform…

"…okay…" Percy said slowly.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang!

"We have a doorbell?" Zelda asked while stretching her arms.

Reevee21 shrugged.

Percy walked over and opened the door, coming face-to-snout with none other than Charizard, Flygon, Quilava, Zoroark, Serperior, Swellow, Rotom, Shaymin, Lucario, Kirlia, Absol, Fennekin, and Frogadier in various winter gear, all holding paper song books!

"We wish you a crazy Christmas, we wish you a crazy Christmas, we wish you a crazy Christmas, and a random new year!" They choroused. "Now bring us some cheese Doritos, now bring us some cheese Doritos, now bring us some cheese Doritos, and bring them right here!"

"You guys are Christmas caroling?" Pit asked.

"No, we're baking a cake—OF COURSE WE'RE CHRISTMAS CAROLING! Now, I believe I was promised some Doritos?!" Fennekin spat.

"Don't mind Fennekin, she hates the sweater," Quilava stated.

Fennekin, who was in a light-up neon Christmas sweater, shouted, "YEA, I HATE THE SWEATER!"

"Well, in that case, AGUMON?!" Percy hollered into the platform.

"YEA?!" Agumon shouted back.

"DO WE HAVE ANY DORITOS IN THERE?!

"YEA, HERE THEY ARE!"

A huge sack of Doritos was promptly thrown to the Pokémon.

"Thank youuuuu! Merry Christmas!" Zoroark waved cheerily as they went off to do more caroling.

"They're gonna have a lot of Doritos by the time they're done," Reevee21 whistled. "VIEW CHANGE TO THE CHAMBER OF CHRISTMAS SPECIALS!"

"What?"

Meanwhile, in the Chamber of Christmas Specials…

Dark Pit was standing in a circular room with about a million TV screens covering the walls. Each was playing a different Christmas special, from Santa Buddies to Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer to Arthur Christmas to Frosty the Snowman to A Christmas Story to Merry Madagascar to Prep & Landing to Santa Clause is Coming to Town—not to mention all the specials of normal series.

"…WILL SOMEONE JUST TELL ME WHAT CHRISTMAS IS?!" Dark Pit hollered to no one in particular.

Back in the Narrating Platform…

"Huh. I'm usually in the spirit after just five minutes of a special," Reevee21 shrugged.

"Hey, is it getting cold in here, or is it just me?" Pit asked, noting that his breath fogged as he spoke.

"That's weird," Percy pondered, walking over to the heater and messing with the nobs. He passed Zelda on the way, who was twisted into a weird position and mumbling, "I think I know why this trainer is in SSB4 now…"

Agumon jumped onto the couch's arm rest to open the blinds on the window. After flipping them open, he promptly yelled "HOLY WEBSITES!" to them all.

"What?! What is it—OH MY GOSH!" Pit gasped, looking out the window and seeing a huge, 10-foot-high blanket of snow over everything in sight.

"How did that happen?!" Reevee21 asked, wheeling over in her swivel chair to have a look.

"I have no idea," Zelda hummed, free from her strange form of yoga.

Everyone promptly turned around and gaped at her.

"…what?"

"ZELDA DOESN'T KNOW SOMETHING, WE'RE GOING TO DIEEEEEE!" Agumon wailed, breaking through the window and falling into the practical avalanche.

"AGUMON!" Everyone else screamed.

"I can't see him! Can anyone else see him?!" Percy asked, leaning out the window. The roof above them, which was overladen with snow, took this chance to dump a huge mound of snow onto the demigod, burying him and sending him into the ground below.

"PERCY! NNNOOOOOOOOO!" Reevee21 wailed, diving after him.

Pit and Zelda stared, horrified, at the ground below. They turned back to each other, then to the snow, before stepping away from the window.

"Now what?! There's gotta be a mile of snow down there!" Pit yelped.

Zelda, however, was in a philosopher position. She suddenly snapped her fingers in realization and walked over to the door, calling out, "HEY, CHARIZARD!"

"Yea?" Charizard snorted, popping his snout back into the room.

"We need you and your gingerbread allergy," Zelda stated with a serious tone.

Three gingerbread cookies, two giant sneezes, and an ho-our la-a-ater!

"WELL…that happened," Reevee21 coughed awkwardly, the snow mounds around the three previously missing narrators completely melted to puddles.

"I HATE YOU PEOPLE!" Charizard roared in a stuffy voice, stomping off.

Several hours later, back in the PC box…

'Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the box…

…not a creature was stirring, not even our dark fox.

Except for one angel as he tromped back inside,

"I have no idea what THAT was," Dark Pit stated while in stride.

For you see, he had been in the chamber of Christmas specials.

But not even he could pick out the good from those kettles…

"Of absolute cheesy nonsense."

Quiet, you, I'm trying to rhyme.

As he glanced around the box with his signature glare,

He saw wreaths and decorations for a Christmas flare.

"But what the heck IS Christmas?" he asked with a shout. "I know it's a holiday, but what's it about?!"

Apparently, spending an entire day watching Christmas specials does nothing to this guy.

"I thought you were trying to rhyme?"

Yea, yea, just give me a minute…

Was it about magic reindeer with noses of red?

Was it about trains visiting while you're in bed?

Was it about snowmen that lived through magic hats…

…or was it about ghosts that visited men with bad spats?

Could it be about the magic of elven and sleighs?

Could it be about waiting all 364 days?

It was then that Dark Pit glanced by at the fire,

To where Rotom and Shaymin were sleeping, with Swellow up higher.

With cameras in hand and bags under their eyes,

He suspected they had been waiting for a certain surprise.

"Why Swellow, though? Isn't he, like, eighteen?"

Hey, you're never too old to watch for Santa.

When Charizard approached, he stayed in the dark,

And watched as the dragon picked up ghost, hedgehog, and lark.

"These crazy kids," Charizard chuckled to himself,

"he won't come if you watch—SHELF!"

Charizard promptly ran into a shelf with several mounds of garland, burying himself in the pines.

Dark Pit had to bite back a laugh.

And as he observed the dragon take them away,

A thought from the author struck him that day.

"OW!" Dark Pit yelped as a Celestial Bronze Pencil (with a note attatched) shot down from the narrating platform and pinned him to the ground.

He scanned the note with the fire's gleam in his eye:

Are you coming back up here? Oh yea: eggnog or punch, you decide!
-Reeveee21

And then he decided, without a doubt:

Christmas was spent with family, and that's all it really was about.

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM EVERYONE AT WHAT GOES DOWN IN THE PC! I LOVE YOU GUYS! HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR!