Lavender Snow

Chrimsmass

Tommy was woken far too early two days later by Wilbur launching himself on top of him.

"Wake up!" He whisper-shouted. "It's Chrimsmass!"

Tommy squinted at him groggily. "Wha'?"

"It's Chrimsmass!" Wilbur grabbed the bunk bed railing and did a somersault around it. An 'oof' came from below as he landed on Ranboo. "Get up, it's Chrimsmass!"

Tommy yawned. "What time is it?"

"Three forty five," Wilbur said. "Exactly two hours and fourteen minutes after Mum and Dad finished arranging the presents downstairs, which means that in fifteen minutes, we'll be allowed to wake them up and go downstairs. Come on, we have to wake Techno!"

"Why do we have to do it so early?" Ranboo groaned.

Wilbur jumped around the room, flapping his hands. "Because it's CHRIMSMASS!"

"Right, right," Tommy said, climbing carefully down the ladder, "well, let's see what this Christmas is all about."

It turned out that Techno was already awake, reading a philosophy book under several layers of thick blankets. He didn't react as Wilbur ripped them all off, one at a time, and then jammed a half-circle with fake deer horns on it onto Techno's head.

"It's Chrimsmass, Technodeer!" Wilbur exclaimed cheerfully.

Techno raised his hand, revealing that he had been hiding a stopwatch in his book. "8.52 seconds to get the blankets off. A new record."

Wilbur pouted. "You used weighted blankets this year, it wasn't fair."

"Are there rules?" Techno said, raising his book again. "No. So anything is fair."

"If I have to wait until four to wake Mum and Dad up, you have to use your regular blankets on your bed," Wilbur said. "Now come on, only fourteen minutes before it's present time!"

Techno set the book on his bedside table. "Now Wilbur, as much as I like presents, Kristin gave me a twenty to keep you from waking them prematurely. So. . ." Techno lunged forward and grabbed Wilbur around the waist, pulling him into the bed.

"What?!" Wilbur squawked, squirming. "I'm not going to wake them early, I promised Dad I wouldn't! Get off me!"

Techno hummed. "Puttin' tinsel on their faces does not count as lettin' them sleep."

"What's tinsel?" Tommy said.

"Sparkly shiny itchy," Techno replied simply.

Wilbur reached his hand out dramatically. "Ranboo. Ranboo my beloved, rescue me."

Tommy gasped in mock offense. "No one calls Ranboo beloved but me!"

"And Tubbo," Ranboo muttered.

"And Tubbo." Tommy yawned. "So can we go back to bed, or. . .?"

"NO!" Wilbur yelled. Techno slapped his hand over his mouth. "Is Chrimsmssmm!" Wilbur mumbled indignantly.

Techno took off his deer-horn headband and wrestled it onto Wilbur's head. "If you're so festive, you can wear this."

Wilbur flailed a little more, then squinted. Techno wrinkled his nose and jerked his hand away. "Ew. Don't lick me."

"Fuckin' deserved it," Wilbur said. "Let me go or I'll lick your whole arm."

"The arm covered in pajamas?" Techno said dryly.

Wilbur hesitated, then bent his neck and dragged his tongue up the length of Techno's arm.