A/N: A short, silly, mindless Christmas story. In the middle of Spring. Ah, well, my muse is a fickle creature...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own them. I want them. But I don't own them.
He didn't know why Taun We insisted on decorating Tipoca City for a holiday they didn't even believe in.
"To be socially proper," she pronounced, flinging garlands onto the ceiling.
A convenient excuse.
He didn't know why Boba was charging around the hallways like he was having the time of his life.
"Dad, c'mon! It's Christmas," Boba giggled, scampering off to filch some fresh-baked cookies.
A convenient excuse.
He didn't know why Lama Su insisted on filling the cupboards with pastries, candies, and confections of every kind.
"To get rid of some of these almonds," he proclaimed, emptying the entire bag into a fresh batch of dough.
A convenient excuse.
And he didn't know why Zam was suddenly filled with the need to adorn every doorway with ten sprigs of mistletoe.
"As a convenient excuse," she smiled, wrapping his heart in her arms, "to kiss you."
She did just that.
A convenient excuse indeed.
A/N: A very merry mid-May Christmas present would be a review? Maybe? Perhaps? Please?