It was Christmas Eve. Excalibur sat pathetically under a block of ice, sipping glittery eggnog.

He looked at the floral scarf hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Ragnarok had hung it there, just before they looked at each other disparagingly and then fell into each other's arms and burgled each other's hair.

If only I hadn't been so masculine, Excalibur thought, pouring a red amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Ragnarok might not have got so poetic and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a numeric tear and held his nose in his hand.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then an emo-tastic voice lifted seemingly up in song.


    I'm dreaming of a frilly Christmas

    Just like a lamp post fluttering away in the wind



Excalibur ran to the door. It was Ragnarok, looking fluffy all over with snow.

"I missed you dramatically," Ragnarok said. "And I wanted to burgle your hair again."

Excalibur hugged Ragnarok and started to sob.

"I think you're drunk," Ragnarok said.

"I think so too," Excalibur said and they burgled each other's hair until they knocked the Christmas tree over.

On Christmas Day, they ate roasted mittens hand and lived huskily until Excalibur got drunk again.

(don't you love mad-libs? if you havent figured it out, this was totally Soul Eater.)