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Ira Finklestein's second Christmas

First of all, I know, what am I doing making a Christmas fic on the last day of July?

But I only allow myself one Christmas movie to watch during July, and I can't watch any more during the year until December.

I don't like people celebrating things outside of the month it happens, it is apparently an autistic thing. 🤷‍♂️

This year I chose Ira Finklestein's Christmas because I'm currently still in my Elijah Nelson phase, because I hadn't watched any Christmas movies this year and because it's the end of July.

But this movie was so cute and I felt a fic forming while watching it.

Also, the movie just kinda ends? Did Ira and Mikey get in big trouble? Is Ira banned from Christmas altogether? Did Max finish his movie?

So many questions. Most of which I'm probably gonna answer. I hope you enjoy it.

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I - I've booked the tickets. Did you work everything out with Clare?

M - Yeah, I did. I don't see why we have to go now. Can't we wait a month or two so they're not celebrating Christmas in the middle of the year?

I - No, you know how I feel about this.

M - Yeah, yeah. You love Christmas. I get it. Why not wait till actual Christmas?

I - And not celebrate with our families?

M - 😞 Fine. Clare says we can stay with her, as long as one of us doesn't mind the couch.

I - Awesome. This is gonna be great. I haven't seen her in so long.

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Ok, let's rewind. My name is Ira J. Finklestein, I'm a 24-year-old Jewish man, who has been obsessed with Christmas my entire life. I've seen pretty much every Christmas movie ever made. My dad even made one, but that's not the important part of this story.

Eleven years ago, while my parents were busy making the before-mentioned movie, I was sent to stay with my grandparents in Florida. I was meant to go to Aspen to see snow for the first time but, you know, the movie was more important than Christmas or Hanukkah or even spending time with their son apparently.

But I digress. I was flying by myself and while at a layover I met Mikey, another kid who was sent to spend Christmas away from his parent. We were both being sent to family We haven't seen in years. Except he was going to Christmas town, he didn't want to go, which I still don't understand. We looked kinda similar, minus my glasses, so I had the genius idea to swap places.

And it worked, up until Christmas Eve, when he broke his arm and my parents went to check on him, well me I guess, and found the wrong child.

I was helping direct a play for Mikey's cousin Clare who wrote this amazing Christmas song, and I couldn't leave before we performed it.

My parents ended up flighting over to Christmas Town to come to get me and deliver the child that was not theirs. They saw the play and they loved it, I think. Oh and Mikey's aunt flew out his mother, so Mikey got to spend Christmas with her.

I wish that was where the story ended, but unfortunately, it's not. We both got grounded for a year. If it wasn't for my grandparents begging to keep in touch with Mikey, because in their words, he's basically their grandson now too, I would have been banned from ever speaking to him again.

Our parents had a bit of a fight after the play, but I explained everything, how it was all my idea and that I had the best holiday ever. Mikey said he did too. We promised to never do something so dangerous again.