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Christmas - 7 - Peppermint

Deck the Halls can no longer be sung without someone laughing or lasping into deep thought - you know what point I'm talking about.

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Christmas was the one season in which I took days off from my job. Letting it tip a little wouldn't hurt, and I believed that the multiverse understood that concept, since it never punished me for "slacking" when the holidays were near. Thankfully, that mercy extended to Killer and Horror, who were now joining me. I had long since accepted the reality that my boys would have to accompany me on my trips, but I was still worried about possible outcomes; they were still children..and they would continue to be children for a long while. On the bright side, Error, Killer, and Horror had managed to successfully summon blasters, and Cross and Dust were no doubt on the way; it would be a pleasure to see how their blasters would turn out. As for the existing ones, they received a lot of attention, and this was their first Christmas; my boys were excited to show them how things worked. They had already introduced the blasters to snow, which had been a treat; the blasters had been confounded by the powdery substance that covered the ground, and it was amusing to see them as they tried to figure it out. Today, we were staying indoors, and the blasters seemed very happy about that.

"What's black and white and red all over?" Killer asked.

"Um..a newspaper?" Cross guessed.

"Nope!"

"A book!" Error answered.

"No, this is your last guess!"

"A soccer ball in a lava lake?" Horror shrugged.

"No!"

"What was it?" Error wondered. 

"Cross!" Killer gestured to his little brother, who began to laugh when he realized it.

"Maybe I am.." Cross admitted. "Okay, me next! What walks on four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three in the evening?"

"That's an old one!" Killer chuckled. "A human!"

"Not so!"

"What?!" Killer couldn't believe that he had gotten it wrong.

"A muffin with legs?" Error had no idea.

"No, but that sounds delicious." Cross stated.

"Sansta?" Horror thought that it might have had something to do with Christmas.

"Nope! It was a person who dropped his glasses in the morning, picked them up in the afternoon, then tripped on his way to bed!"

"That's..that's.." Killer struggled to find something to say.

"You can't say it isn't wrong."

"It's a very literal interpretation." I said. "But it is technically correct."

"I-I think it was good.." Dust complimented, licking a candy cane. 

"Thanks, Dust!" Cross beamed at the praise. 

"Dad, can I summon Matrix yet?" Error didn't quite understand the concept of resting blasters yet; he wanted to have Matrix out constantly, which wasn't good for Matrix.

"Has it been five hours?"

"Yep!"

"Then I suppose you may."