A merry Christmas from the Rays
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It was a cold Christmas Eve as the Ray family sat upon their family couch.Â
The tree shined bright in the corner, covered in an assortment of bought and homemade ornaments (some looking like the shape of organs if you looked close enough), everyoneâs stockings hung right by the fireplace, awaiting for the big man in red to fill them with goodies (though only two members of the family believed in him at the time) and they all had just finished a good olâ meal of Chinese takeout.Â
A six year old Glenda sat upon their fatherâs lap as Glen sat in their motherâs, Chuckyâs arm hung around Tiffanyâs shoulders as her arm wrapped around fifteenth year olds Bonny, Kandy, and CJ as they all sat tucked beneath a big olâ blanket to keep warm.
Upon the TV was Home Alone, a classic. It was the last one for the night, since theyâd already watched Rudolph, Polar Express, and such and it was late enough already.
They were at the point where Kevinâs family had come home and Chucky rolled his eyes in reply to it.
âAnd they have no idea that the house had been broken into? Bull-fuckinâ-shit. That house would have been covered in blood. Or at least cops to check.â
âWell half the things in here would have killed them Chucky, I really donât think theyâre running on logic.â Tiffany replied, smiling a little at her husbandâs pick
The family watched the movie end with itsâ happily ever after and credits and soon they all began to stretch and rise to go to bed, well, except for Chucky and Tiffany.
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An hour later, the two had finally placed the final wrapped gift beneath the tree, Tiffany fixing the nametag with a grin.
As she did so, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and slowly pulled her up to where her back was pressing against her husbandâs chest.
âNow... how about Chucky Claus unwraps his own Christmas present upstairs?â The man gave a sly smirk, his head resting upon her shoulder.
âNot until Christmas. Donât you know the rules Santa?â Tiffany teased, leaning in to the touch of her husband.
Chucky opened his mouth to reply, but the sound of footsteps caused him to shut it and flick his eyes towards the stairs.Â
The two quickly pulled away and looked to see Glen and Glenda coming down, both equally tired and rubbing their eyes.
Before either parent could tell them to turn around, theyâd already set their eyes upon Chucky, Tiffany, and the presents.Â
âB-babies! You just missed Santa Claus! Right honey?â Tiffanyâs eyes shot towards her husband, almost begging him to go with it.
âUh yeah! Big guy just uh... flew off!â Chucky nodded, gesturing over his shoulder.
But the twins seemed... fine. They werenât crying, or sad, or even buying what their parents were saying. And with a few words from Glen, Chucky and Tiffany knew why.
âItâs okay daddy. We know Santaâs not real. We were just thirsty.â
Chucky and Tiffany both froze. Tiffanyâs face grew into one of sadness and hurt, while Chuckyâs had one of shock and confusion.
âHow the hell do you--â âCHUCKY!â Tiffany smacked his arm a little.
Glenda shrugged. âHe never came when we were with Psyches. And Psyches told us too. â
The two murderers both shared a look over the name âPsychesâ, but Tiffany still held out hope.
âWhat about your brother and sisters? They believed, right?â She put on a smile.
Glen nodded a little. âYeah... But they kinda gave up when they figured out that the only time theyâd gotten presents were when they were living with you.â
Tiffanyâs smile melted off her face and was replaced with tears.Â
Chucky stared at his children downstaris, then his eyes looked towards upstairs where his older children slept. He thought for a second before he took in a breath, before leaning down to his childrenâs height.
âMaybe uh.... Santa got fucked up. How was he supposed to know about you when Psyches, one of the most naughty guys ever was with ya? Maybe he wondered why a whole lotta presents for some awesome kids was going to a huge dickhead.â
Glen and Glenda stared at their father in confusion. âBut heâs supposed to know whoâs naughty and nice.â
âWell maybe thereâs a mixup. Heâs an old guy. Cut the fucker a break.â Chucky shrugged casually.
Tiffany stared at her husband in shock and slight awe, a smile on her lips as she watched.
The twins looked to each other, then back at their father. âAre you sure, daddy?â Glendaâs eyes narrowed suspiciously.
Chucky rolled his eyes. âSure iâm sure! In fact, Iâll call the bastard and tell him turn his ass around and to get your presents right now!âÂ
Glen and Glenda both gasped. âReally daddy? And Bonny, Kandy, and CJâs too?â Glen questioned.
âYep. Now go get your water and get back to bed or he wonât-â Before Chucky could finish, the two hugged him and quickly ran to the kitchen to get some water.Â
In a flash they were back out, chugging their water and heading up. âThanks daddy!!!â Glenda called as they disappeared to their room.
Chucky smiled a little before he was suddenly turned around and kissed by his wife.
Tiffany pulled away, leaning her forehead against his, causing the usual sour man to crack a smile. âDo you want me to go get some more presents or..â
Chucky shrugged. âi got it.â And he went to go get his coat before his wife grabbed him. âWait! Idea!â
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The next morning.....
âWOW! MORE PRESENTS AND A PUPPY!!!!! THANK YOU SANTA!â