Fan: The Acachallas Celebrate Christmas!

'''Christmas Eve, 2014. Acachalla Residence;'''

It was another day at the Acachalla household; except, it was special. You see, it was Christmas Eve. That meant that Gertrude had to wrap the presents, Papa Acachalla had to finish the lights outside, and the kids, well, just got to be excited for the next morning. But this is at the beginning of that day…

Sally woke up and decided to prepare waffles for everyone, which nobody really ate. “Sally, you make waffles every morning. We’re sick of it,” they would say. Sally didn’t mind because that meant for waffles for her. After their meal, they started preparing.

“Mama Gertrude, please let me in! I would like to see the presents now,” Sally said through the closed door. Gertrude poked her head through the doorway. “You know how it is, Sally dear, I’m wrapping the gifts. You wouldn’t want to spoil Christmas, would you?” Sally walked away, sadly.

Billy was outside watching Papa Acachalla hang the lights on their doorway and roof. “Papa,” he called. There was no answer. “Papa…” he said louder. Papa, on the roof, turned his head, looking down on Billy. “What is it, son? Can’t ye see I’m busy,” he yelled. Billy shrugged, “I just wanted to ask a question, that’s all.” Papa came down the ladder to see Billy. “What?” Billy tilted his head. “Is Santa Claus real?

Billy shut the door behind him, sulking. Sally walked up to him. “What’s the matter, Billy? Did you ask Papa if Santa is real?” she asked. Billy shook his head. “He didn’t answer. He yelled at me and went back up to the roof,” he said. Then he perked up; “Let’s go ask Mama Gertrude!” “Yeah,” Sally said, jumping up and down. “Oh wait, she’s wrapping presents. We can’t.” Billy froze. “But, if she’s wrapping presents… Santa can’t be real, right?” he said sadly. Sally started to cry.

Papa Acachalla opened the door, an empty bin in hand. “There,” he said gruffly. “All the lights are up. And they’re lookin’ mighty fine!” Billy and Sally ran up to Papa. “Oh Papa, is Santa real or not,” “Will he come?” “Please, Papa, will he?” Papa rolled his eyes. “Ah, go ask yer mother- Oh wait, never mind, she’s busy. How about you go watch the specials on TV? There’s gotta be Frosty or that Charlie Brown thing on…” he said, walking upstairs.

Billy and Sally were watching How the Grinch stole Christmas in Billy’s room when they heard a knock on the door. “I got it!” Papa yelled, running downstairs to open the door. Of course, Billy and Sally ran downstairs too. “Thank you,” Papa said to the mailman at the door. Papa had just gotten a big box in the mail! He walked over to the door that Gertrude was behind and gave it to her to wrap. Billy and Sally sighed, and walked back upstairs; but not before grabbing the cookie jar.

[I shall continue this FanFic later, it IS only the 18th after all. Have a good season! –Jack]