A/N: Merry Early Christmas! So Here's how this'll work; new chapter everyday until Christmas Eve, and then on Christmas day, the epilogue. And to those of you who actually know me and laughed hysterically at that new chapter every day part, I am freakin dedicated to getting a chapter of this out everyday. It's my Christmas present to you guys; my not slacking off. Ok, I'm done here; get ficcin!

Disclaimer: On Donder, on Dancer, on Prancer, on Blitzen! I disclaim everything that gets recognition!

'Twas the wee hours of the night, stars sparkling high above the sleeping city and aiding the flashing Christmas lights already strung around the buildings in illuminating the tired streets. The lights created a warm and cozy atmosphere, despite the freezing temperatures. There had been snowfall earlier in the day, but the street cleaners had already come through, scraping the fluffy sheets of ice off the roads, the winding roads resembling an intricate piece of art against the stark white canvas.

In the distance, a faint rumbling sounded off. It grew louder and louder still, until the distinct growling of car engines shook the ground of the once silent town. Rental after rental drove past the snowflake adorned sign marking the city limits. Dozens of vehicles poured into the town, one after the other, following the same path. As they sped down the roads, woops and hollers resounded from car windows, laughter rose up into the cold air, and every now and then you could hear some of the drivers and older passengers growling amicably at the youth of their makeshift family to calm down.

This had become routine; as each vehicle crossed city limits and barreled on into the newest destination, ear splitting howls burst through the windows; either adding to a city's usual night time party scene or splitting through a town's tired silence. Either way, the increasingly loud caravan always marked the same; the arrival of the WWE roster in a new city.

Towards the end of the long line of rental cars, a white sedan was the only one void of the ritual hoots and hollers. In their place however, were barely supressed giggles and hushed whispers that rose to a sputtering cough every now and then before descending back down to silent fits of laughter. To any outsider looking into the car, it would have seemed as though the driver of the vehicle and the two passengers left awake were in danger of choking to death.

"You shouldn't be so mean to Coddles back there, Kofi," Evan said from the front passenger seat. He kept looking back, choking down his laughter at the sight that greeted him each time.

"You little asshat. You're the one who told me to do this," Kofi's voice exploded into a fit of maniacal giggles as he fought to keep the sharpie in his hand steady.

From his place in the driver's seat, Alex glanced up at the rearview mirror and hid his chuckles with a few chastizing tsk's.

"The two of you are horrible friends," Alex laughed, an elongated yawn breaking through the throaty sound.

"You're one to speak," Kofi called out from the backseat.

"If it weren't your turn to drive, you'd be the one back there with the metallic sharpies giving Cody the Shattered Dreams makeover," Evan agreed.

"Not true," Alex muttered, glancing over at the younger superstar, "Because unlike you guys, I don't take advantage of my friends when they're unconscious."

Twin scoffs arose from Alex's two plotting passengers, and they immediately started to list off the many times the rookie had left them hungover and not knowing what the hell had happened the night before; only telling them about the footage he had against them.

"That doesn't count,"Alex immediately denied, "You guys were awake. Not at all functional, but you bastards were awake!"

The three best friends had seemingly forgotten their fourth, fast asleep beside Kofi; the volume in the car reaching an all time high. Laughter rang out freely and they growled meaningless threats at each other; the time on the road together having made them closer than even they realized.

"What about that time in Vegas when-"

"Don't even bring that up,"Alex groaned, his face turning red at the memory as he cut Evan off mid-sentence.

"That trip wasn't horrible," Kofi mused. Evan fixed him with a look from the rearview mirror.

"You're kidding me, right?"

"Hey, I was expecting to wake up to the Hangover 4: Pro Wrestling Edition," Kofi explained.

"Wonder how that would work out..." Evan's attention was pulled away from his friends when his phone vibrated in his pocket, tickling his thigh. He glanced down at the screen, seeing a picture of a stocky man with dark hair and cold eyes scowling at him; the title Dad underneath it.

Evan chewed on the corner of his lip, his finger hovering over the green talk button. He could already hear his father's disapproving voice; could already fathom the kind of meaningless argument the man would try and goad him into. Just the thought already had the young man on edge. Evan's eyes were forced away from the screen as loud, excited cheers met his ears from all directions. Not only were his road mates yelling, but the shouts from the other cars in the caravan managed to pierce through their shut windows. Wide brown eyes peering through the glass, a grin split Evan's face and he too joined in on the ritual wooping and howling as the hotel finally came into view. He easily pressed ignore and shoved his phone back in his pocket, forgetting all about the call.

So here's the first chapter, I know it doesn't seem too Christmassy yet, but that'll come soon enough. Now our four twinks here(Cody,Evan,Alex, and Kofi) aren't going to be the only ones in this fic. Expect more people, expect more stories. I plan to turn this into one big melting pot of WWE family christmas loveliness. So til next time my sweeties, one love-Cane's chicken fingers :P