The Beatles Short Stories

A Merry Christmas Dinner

   Dear John/George/Ringo,
   I would like to invite you to my house for Christmas dinner on the 14th. I figured the girls could go out for a bit while we had some time to ourselves. Please bring a dish of your choosing.
                                                         Your favorite band mate,
                                                         Paul

   John looked up from Paul's letter and smiled to himself. It sounds crazy, but the four hadn't had as much time together since they weren't touring anymore and that really bothered them, hence Paul's invitation. If they did have free time, it was usually spent with their wives/girlfriends and so John was quite glad that the evening would just be them. John got up from his recliner, grabbed a pen, and walked over to the calendar. He squinted, trying to find the 14th square of the calendar, which he eventually did after marking "Christmas dinner" in the wrong square numerous times. "Man, where's me glasses?"  he thought. Soon, he decided to get to bed. "I'll bet George and Ringo are excited too, he said while hopping into his warm bed, Cynthia lying beside him, fast asleep. "I wonder what kind of dish Geo and Rings will bring. I'll probably make a Figgy Pudding."  He then yawned and allowed sleep to take over. Hoping to have sweet dreams of the oncoming Christmas dinner with his best mates.

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The 14th of December...

   "Cynthia, where are you and the girls going while we're at Paul's?" John asked his wife as he straightened his tie.
   "We're going to see a film," she answered.
   "What about Jules?"
   "I've called a babysitter. He'll be alright," she smiled.
   "Okay. I hope you have a great time," he said after a kiss. "I'm going to head on over there."
   "Alright, be careful and don't eat too much!" she laughed.
   "Me? Eat too much? Since when?" he smirked, pretending to be hopelessly offended.
   "Ahh, Lennon you git!" she said with a playful slap to his arm.
   "Indeed," he said as he opened the door, immediately letting the freezing cold air in. "Bye, Cyn! See you tonight!"
   "Bye, John!"
   And so, John drove to Cavendish Avenue. Every now and then, slowing down a bit to look at the various Christmas lights. Ten minutes later, he had arrived. George and Ringo had beat him there so he picked up the Figgy Pudding he had made and approached the door. Before he even had to knock, Paul, who was wearing a Santa Claus hat, a jingle bell necklace, and an ugly sweater, opened the door.
   "Johnny! So glad you could make it! Come on in!" he said cheerfully.
   John couldn't help but snicker a little. Seeing Paul in such a ridiculous outfit was quite amusing to say the least!
   "Paul, where on earth did you get that? The dumpster?" he said while gesturing toward the sweater.
   "How dare you! This was custom made!"
   "You're joking, right?"
   "Well, actually Mum made it for me, so if you'd like to make fun please tell that to her!" he said, not being 100% serious.
   "Oh, Paul, I'm sorry. I..." John started.
   "Merry Christmas, John!" Ringo and George said in unison as they slapped John on the back.
   "Merry Christmas, mates!" he responded with a light chuckle.
   "Are we gonna eat or what? I'm starving!" George bellowed.
   "Sure! I've already set out the food, so all you've got to do is grab a plate!" Paul replied as he gestured towards the table, which was liberally covered with all sorts of Christmas treats.
   "Oh goodness, Paul! Did you make all of this?" John asked, surprised.
   "Maybe..." he grinned.
   "I would have brought more than a dish if I had known you were going to make all of this!"
   "That's alright! I secretly enjoy cooking," the bassist whispered.
   "Well, I thank you."
   "You're welcome! Now come on! Let's get some grub!"
   And so, the four friends grabbed their plates and began to pile them up with Figgy Pudding, sausage balls, mince pies, pigs in blankets, Christmas cake, sugar cookies, and anything else you can imagine.
   After they had finished getting their food, they sat down in the living room and began to feast. And when I say feast, I mean the kind of feast that happens when you haven't eaten in days. They stuffed their faces full of the Christmas goodies, which meant that the room was silent other than the sounds of chewing. Slowly but surely, the food disappeared from their plates and John noticed that he was beginning to get full, after all, he had eaten quite a bit just like his mates. He decided to stopped eating and looked up at his friends to find that they were twice as big as they were before. He then looked down at his own stomach and found that he had gained an unbelievable amount of weight as well.
   "Mates! W-we've gained so much weight! But how?!" he gasped.
   As soon as Paul looked up at John, he spit out his sugar cookie and his eyes grew wide.
   "How did this happen?!" he cried.
   "I don't know!" John replied.
   While John and Paul were freaking out, George and Ringo hadn't a care in the world.
   "Mates! Stop fussing would ya? Just enjoy it!" George spoke up.
   "Yeah! I mean, what's the big deal anyways?" Ringo agreed.
   John looked back to Paul and simply nodded. Paul did the same before John said:
   "You're right. It's Christmas after all. Let's just have fun!" the rhythm guitarist smiled.
   "That's the spirit, Johnny!" George cried.
   The three then focused on Paul to see what he was thinking. He just shrugged and gave in without a fight.
   "As long as I don't rip my Christmas sweater, I'm okay with letting it be."
   "Great! So, now that we've eaten, what are we doing now?" Ringo asked.
   "Why don't we see if there's any Christmas movies on telly?" Paul suggested. "I'm so full I wouldn't dream of doing anything else."
   "That's a great idea!" George responded as the four gingerly got up from the table.
   They then began to basically waddle to the living room, their new size proving to force a learning curve on walking.
   "I still can't believe we ate so much! Wait till the girls see us," Ringo said.
   "I didn't even think of the girls!" Paul gasped.
   "Well, we'll work it off. Don't worry," George said as they sat down on the couch.
   Once they had, the poor piece of furniture let out an agonizing moan due to the immense amount of weight plaguing it. The four friends simply laughed before Paul grabbed the telly remote. He switched it on which revealed the nightly news. As if on cue, they all let out a groan, so Paul quickly switched channels. The next channel revealed Susan Campy.
   "Oh no! It's the drag!" George cried. The well known drag!"
   And so, once again Paul switched channels. As soon as he did, "It's a Wonderful Life" clicked on.
   "Oh, I love this one!" Paul exclaimed merrily.
   "You are such a softie, Paul!" John laughed.
   "And why is that?" he defended.
   "The only people I know who watch this every Christmas are women above the age of sixty."
   "Well, when I'm sixty four I'll still like it as I do now! I don't see anything wrong with it!" he scoffed.
   "There's nothing wrong with the film. It's just strange that you like it so much."
   "Whatever, John. Is this okay with you, George and Ringo?"
   "Sure. I'll probably fall asleep anyways," Ringo shrugged.
   "Sounds gear to me," George agreed.
   "Great! Let's get comfy!" Paul cheered.
   He then grabbed three fuzzy blankets. One for him, one for George, one for Ringo, and one for...wait. He only grabbed three?
   "What about my fuzzy blankie, Paulie?" John whined like an infant.
   "Oops! I guess I forgot!" the bassist replied, trying to sound upset but actually coming off amused.
   "Yeah right, Macca!" John said as he thumped him on the head.
   "Ouch!" he cried. "Would you stop being a daft git for a moment so that I can watch this movie!" he said, dramatically.
   "Okay, I'll leave you to your granny program."
   Paul, deciding not to give into John's game any longer, simply smiled while turning his attention fully on the telly. This caused John to snicker lightly before watching the program as well.
   An hour later, the film was only half way through and George and Ringo had already passed out. John could tell that Paul was struggling to keep his eyes opened, which caused him to become quite amused. Paul noticed this and whispered sleepily:
   "What's so funny, Lennon?"
   "That you're trying so hard to stay awake."
   "I am not trying hard! I'm not even tired!" he said, but then broke out in a yawn.
   "Right," John said sarcastically. "It's alright, y'know."
   "I know, but I don't care because I'm not sleepy!"
   "Alright. I believe you."
   Fifteen minutes later, Paul was fast asleep. "Didn't see that one coming at all," John chuckled before leaning over towards Paul and covering him up with the fuzzy blanket. He then covered George and Ringo up too. After doing so, he yawned himself and decided to take a kip as well.
   A few minutes later, he too was asleep. "It's a Wonderful Life" playing in the background.

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   "That was a wonderful film, girls! Don't you think?" Cynthia exclaimed while she and the girls made their way up to Paul's house in order to pick up their significant others.
   "It sure was!" Jane agreed as she rung the doorbell.
   They waited for a moment, but there was no reply. She rang it again, but still no answer.
   "I wonder what they're doing," Maureen wondered aloud.
   "Who knows?" Pattie giggled.
   Jane then decided to go ahead inside, opening the door with the spare key Paul kept underneath the doormat. Once inside, they found that the lights were off and that the sound of the telly was coming from the living room. Jane shrugged, which the other girls mirrored. They then made their way to the living room. The sight they found made them gasp in adoration. All four Beatles were fast asleep on the couch, nestled comfortably under their blankets.
   "Awww!" they all whispered.
   They then made the wonderful decision to get a closer look of their sleeping husbands/ boyfriends. They tip toed quietly to the couch. But, just as they made their way there, they caught a glimpse of the size that the four boys now were. Now, to you, me, and the Beatles, their size doesn't matter, but the four girls were completely shocked. They all let out an ear splitting scream before fainting onto the cold floor. The Beatles still sleeping quite  contentedly on this wonderful silent night.

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