"Mom?" Buffy Summers walked downstairs and headed straight for the kitchen. She noticed a note stuck to the refrigerator door. "What's this?"
Buffy,
I'm going to pick up a few more presents at the mall. I'll see you later tonight. Love, Mom
P.S. There's a letter for you on the coffee table.
She walked into the living room and picked up the letter. Opening it, she pulled out a single sheet of paper. It read:
Because of all the hard work you've done as the Slayer, you deserve a reward. Below is a list of gifts just for you. If you read it aloud, your true love will bring these presents to you. Have a Merry Christmas.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Buffy thought to herself. Though her instincts told her to throw the letter away, curiosity got the better of her. She began to recite the letter aloud:
"On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A tree trunk to make stakes for me!!"
All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door. Buffy opened the door and in walked Angel. He stepped into the hallway and dropped a huge tree trunk on the floor, causing the furniture to shake.
"Angel!! Watch where you put that! I can't believe this is happening..." Buffy was shocked that the letter delivered what it promised. She proceeded to recite the next line, singing it this time.
"On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Two pints of blood...
The vampire handed her two packets of blood. "Blood? Ewww..... Keep it, Angel."
Angel looked at the blood packets hungrily, and stashed them in his pockets.
"Thanks, Buffy."
"On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Three best friends..."
Another knock on the door. The vampire opened the door to reveal Xander, Willow, and Cordelia standing on the front step. He stepped aside, allowing them to walk into the hallway.
"Waitaminute! Cordelia is my best friend? Since when?"
Angel just shrugged. Cordelia glared at Buffy, who took no notice.
"On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Four credit cards..."
Reaching into his pockets, Angel pulled out four little plastic cards. Buffy snatched them from his hand and gleefully examined them.
"Oh cool! Visa, MasterCard, American Express and Discover... Shopping mall, here I come!!!
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Five chicken wings??
Okay, who wrote this???"
Angel went to the kitchen and returned with fried chicken wings on a silver platter. Xander drooled at the sight, and grabbed a wing off the platter.
"Xander! Did you write this??"
"Uh, well, um..." stammered Xander.
Buffy shook her head and continued with the list.
"On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Six tickets to Paris...
Yes, yes, YES!! Where are they??"
Angel pulled out the airline tickets. Buffy started to count people, pointing at each person she called.
"Let's see... me, Willow, Xander... that's three. Mom'll make four. I can ask Giles and Ms. Calendar...
Suddenly, there was a POOF and a puff of smoke!! As soon as it dissipated, the Watcher and Ms. Calendar were standing in the middle of the Summers' living room. They looked around in confusion.
"Buffy?? Why are we here?" Giles was suprised to find himself standing in Buffy's house. Ms. Calendar was too stunned to say anything.
"It's a long story, Giles. The good news is that I'm the proud owner of six tickets to Paris. Would you and Ms. Calendar like to join us? I have two tickets left."
"Well, this is quite..."
Ms. Calendar found her voice and interrupted the Watcher. "Sure, Buffy. We'd love to come with you." Turning to her companion, she said, "Oh come on, Rupert. It'll be fun! Think of it: You, me, Paris..."
Giles' face turned bright red. Ignoring the others, he headed toward the bathroom.
Buffy looked at her undead lover regretfully. "I'm sorry you can't come with us, Angel. The tickets are for a morning flight..."
Meanwhile, Cordelia walked up to Buffy, an artificial smile plastered on her face.
"Buffy, did I ever tell you that you have the greatest clothes?? And that hair... absolutely gorgeous. How do you manage to keep your makeup perfect, and--"
"Cordelia, shut up. You're not coming. It's my present, remember? Now where was I? Oh, yes..."
Cordelia walked back to where she was standing before, pouting.
"On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Seven shopping sprees..."
Angel handed Buffy an envelope which she tore open. Inside were seven gift certificates to some of the priciest stores in the country.
"You know, let's just throw out everything I own. Except for your leather jacket, Angel... I'm getting myself a new wardrobe!!
On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Eight passing grades...
Hmm, how do you plan on managing this, Angel?"
Willow spoke up, "Oh, this is where I come in."
The auburn-haired girl opened her backpack and pulled out a laptop. Once it was on, Willow hacked into Sunnydale High's student records and pulled up the Slayer's transcript.
"So what grade do you want, Buffy?"
"Are you sure about this, Will? Isn't this illegal or something?"
"Well, it's your Christmas present. You can have any grade you want."
"Then put me down for B's and C's. As much as I want all A's, Snyder's gonna get suspicious."
Willow typed away and changed Buffy's grades. She was done in a matter of minutes, and immediately disconnected the modem.
"Done."
Buffy continued on with her Christmas list.
"On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Nine old books...
Books? What do I want books for?"
Angel opened a box, which seemed to come out of thin air. He pulled out nine books and placed them on the coffee table. Buffy walked over and looked at them. She blew the dust off the covers and coughed.
"Yuck! Look at all this dust! I certainly don't want all these books. Giles, take them. Books are your best friends."
Giles, who returned to the living room a few minutes earlier, gave Buffy a look. He picked up one of the books and read the title.
"Buffy, these are valuable books! They're first editions of some of the greatest stories ever written. Dicken's A Christmas Carol, Shelley's Frankenstein, Dumas' The Three Musketeers..."
"Fine, whatever. You can keep them, Giles. It's not like I have time to read anyway. Next item...
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Ten dozen roses..."
Buffy looked at Angel, who headed for the front door. He soon returned with five people, each carrying one dozen roses. They handed them to the Slayer, bowed and then left. Buffy, overwhelmed with all the flowers piled them on the dining room table.
"Wow, I've never gotten so many flowers before!" She picked up a bunch and smelled them. "Mmm...they're heavenly. Let's see what's left on my list." Putting the roses down, Buffy picked the list up.
"On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Eleven mistletoe..."
Angel snapped his fingers and a bag appeared in his hands. He handed it to Buffy, who reached in and pulled out a mistletoe. She smiled and held it above Angel's head.
"You're standing under a mistletoe, Angel. You know what that means..."
The Slayer stood on her toes and kissed the vampire. They kept their lips locked until Xander coughed.
"Um, do you guys mind?"
"Oh, okay, Xander. Angel and I can continue this later. But in the meantime, here." Buffy handed everyone a mistletoe. "Find the one you love and give 'em a kiss." She looked specifically at Willow, who blushed bright red. Buffy smiled at her friend, and looked down at the letter in her hand.
"Okay, just one more to go. This had better be good.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Twelve vampire kisses..."
Buffy smiled at Angel, who walked over to her. He leaned down and kissed her twelve times. When he was done, Buffy's mouth was wide open.
"Wow... Merry Christmas, everyone!"
The End.
