Malcolm Mclaren Imagines

The Christmas Deal

I smiled widely as I worked on the little tree, making sure it looked pretty but also doing my best to make sure the children were happy, Joseph happily helped but adding things to the tree, little Bridget on my hip with a bauble in her hand enjoying its sweet sparkle.

I heard the keys in the door, "Ohh whos that?" I giggled

"Papa!" Little Bridget giggled

"Hi daddy" Joseph smiled as the door opened revealing Malcolm who dumped his keys in the pot beside the door and began slipping off his jacket

"Hello, Malcolm. How was work?"

"Fine" he sighed coming through to the living room and giving josephs hair a tussle "Real son" and gave my cheek a kiss taking Bridget from me to give her a cuddle "Daughter. oh god what has happened to your head?"

"I braided her hair"

"why?"

"She wanted a little rapunzel plait didn't you darling"

"Yeah!"
"Whatever" he sighed going and opening the window getting himself a cigarette "what are you doing anyway?'
"Putting up the tree."
"Really?"
"Course."
"Aren't you gonna help daddy?" Joseph asked
"No I am not."
"Why not papa?" Bridget whined
"Christmas is an overhyped over glorified cash cow only pushed so hard so companies make money. Linked with a coopted holiday in an attempt at religious reeducation"
"Malcolm" I warned
"No no. Let me do this" he says "Christmas is nothing. It started as a Roman feast to get pissed and cross dress. It didn't catch on too well in Europe given the pagan grasp on the area at the time, celebrating yule once again an excuse to go into the woods burn shit and get drunk, once Christianity came along it wasn't all peace, love and Goodwill no this was back when Christianity had some balls. Slaughtering Catholics and burning witches but given how widespread the various roots of paganism where people refused to part with the pagan parties so in a moment of corrupted genius they combined the birth of Christ with Yule. Knowone has any clue when Jesus was born let alone it having anything to do with a manger, they simply coopted the holiday and made the tradition of burning the biggest tree into lighting the tree with candles and sparkling things, people continued to get drunk as was the holidays main focus, at times drunk mobs would take over streets demanding the best foods and wines for grand stolen feasts. In fact Christmas was so disliked and had such a bad rap for drunken madness it was banned in various American colonies it's only after years of slow introduction all these symbols and festivities seeped into popular culture, but the whole idea from the tree, to lights, to the presents to simply the songs sung its all bullish with a horrible history that's been taken in by greedy stores and religious figures to demand conformity and make money. You imagine the kinda money from donations alone the church makes at Christmas, or how much money just from trees stores make. So excuse me if I want no part in your madness"
Bridget began to cry and Joseph sat on the floor teary eyed
"Malcolm. A word." I snapped putting Bridget down
"Why?" He asked and I didn't even speak I just grabbed his ear and janked him into the kitchen
"What the fuck!"
"What?"
"The fuck was that!"
"You know how I feel about this type of shit."
"Yeah I do. Doesn't mean you have to be a fucking cunt about it"
"What's your problems. I do the same for every holiday you've never had an issue before"
"Because Malcolm Christmas is different"
"Oh what you really doing this?"
"Malcolm. I don't give a shit. I had my happy holidays when I was little and honestly I think your kinda bang on with alot of the corruption of the industry but" I explained "Joseph and Bridget are kids."
"So? Let them learn while there young"
"Malcolm. Please." I told him "I don't ask for much. I accept we don't celebrate the holidays especially religious ones but please let the kids have Christmas. We both know Joseph hasn't had anything close to a normal life and likely never will. Neither will Bridget. But they love it just let them have it Malcolm please"
"..... Fine" he rolled his eyes
"Ummm thank you" I smiled hugging him closely "knowone said our Christmas had to be normal we'll make it special all our own"
"Alright. On one condition."
"What?"
"I get to make you an advent calendar"
".... okay."
"And whatever it says behind each door. You have to do for me."
"Fine"
"Yes!" He smirked "I know exactly what's coming on the twenty fifth!"
"You I assume."
"Yes."
"So we're agreed"
"Agreed"
"Good. Be nice." I remind as we headed back out to deal with the children.