Holiday greetings!
Happy holidays to everyone! I hope you are all having fun and enjoying friends and/or families.
And something silly for the holidays
There he was all dressed up in a Santa suit. A White beard pasted to his thin chin and an actual bowl on his stomach. Danny had told him he looked like Diet Santa without something underneath the suit. Jack had over heard this conversation and made a crack about how a real man doesn't need any enhancments. Martin would have punched him if he hadn't been scared that Jack would kick his ass all the way to Brooklyn. Danny was playing jolly elf while Santa Martin was handing out toys for needy tv fans who were mourning the loss of someone named Hank. The gifts included cell phones that rang with lines "Three months?" and "It's over...it's it?" Some lucky people were being given Jack action figures that said "I want Samantha!" when the heart button was pressed. And there were even mini bench replicas wrapped up among the gifts.
Santa Martin was popping pills in between his merry gift giving and handing out some pills to those brave souls that sat on his lap. (The M/S shippers were in a great state of highness for the rest of the evening.)
"Danny," Martin whined, after he had to hand one crying women a hankerchief, "Am I done yet?"
Danny shook his head. "We have a few more thousand fans to go."
"Oh come on," Martin said, "I nearly died this year can't I stop this Santa madness?"
"Shhh," Danny chided him, coming closer. "You have to do this man. Now with the new chic on and Sam no longer in zombie land...well um, dating you, you might be expendable."
Martin's eyed opened wide, "But I can't be, Hank loves me!"
"Hank's gone man," Danny rubbed his shoulder.
Martin began crying. "That's right. I forgot for a minute. I thought it was season one and we were talking about selling shoes together if we lost our jobs."
Danny signed. "Those were the best of times. We could have sold a lot of little black pumps you know."
"Gosh, now I know how a Red Sox fan feels. How can we let Hank leave us??" Martin shook his head.
"Yes, he's leaving but at least he's not leaving us for ER."
"Hey, you, Beavus and Butthead, have you two seen a tiny blonde with a big vocabulary and a tendancy to ask too many questions?"
Martin and Danny turned to see a young man, probably a teenager, with a green jacket and shell necklace.
"We're FBI you can't talk to us that way!" Martin yelled at the man.
"Ohhh FBI. I thought you were Santa and Mrs. Claus," Logan said with a smirk.
"I'm an elf!" Danny countered.
"Yeah and the difference between the two is..." Logan laughed. "So anyways seen any cute, pesky blondes anywhere?"
"Do you mean Samantha?" Danny asked, "Last I saw her she was looking for a reaction to Jack's sudden hooking up with recent widows."
"Samantha? No, not her. But if she's pretty and single, tell her to give Logan Echolls a call," he winked at them. "Enjoy the um...sleigh ride together boys." Off he went again, walking through the crowd of crying women.
Danny bit his lip. "Kids," he said under his breath, "like we even could have access to a realistic looking sleigh."
"Santa!" a voice called out.
"Damn I must be full of merry and get back to playing Santa," Martin said making sure his bowl was secrue before returning to his seat. "Yes what do you want for Christmas? Your own Jack and Samantha supply closet play set? It comes complete with bondage material...I mean duck tape and shelves for hours of pleasure."
"No I don't want anything except for those two teenagers in the women's bathroom to stop making out!"
"We're right on it ma'am," Danny said grabbing Martin by the arm and rushing to the women's bathroom. Danny cautionishly opened the door slightly just so that he could see the two figures pressed against the bathroom glass.
"I want to see!" Martin whined in his ear.
"Shhh, I'll show you later," he replied.
"Happy Holidays Veronica," Logan said panting.
"Ho ho ho!" Martin yelled loudly causing Logan and Veronica to stop mid tongue literal lashing and Danny to roll his eyes. "Um, my bad," Martin said, "Happy Holidays."
And a happy, rocking, sweating holiday it was.
And something silly for the holidays
There he was all dressed up in a Santa suit. A White beard pasted to his thin chin and an actual bowl on his stomach. Danny had told him he looked like Diet Santa without something underneath the suit. Jack had over heard this conversation and made a crack about how a real man doesn't need any enhancments. Martin would have punched him if he hadn't been scared that Jack would kick his ass all the way to Brooklyn. Danny was playing jolly elf while Santa Martin was handing out toys for needy tv fans who were mourning the loss of someone named Hank. The gifts included cell phones that rang with lines "Three months?" and "It's over...it's it?" Some lucky people were being given Jack action figures that said "I want Samantha!" when the heart button was pressed. And there were even mini bench replicas wrapped up among the gifts.
Santa Martin was popping pills in between his merry gift giving and handing out some pills to those brave souls that sat on his lap. (The M/S shippers were in a great state of highness for the rest of the evening.)
"Danny," Martin whined, after he had to hand one crying women a hankerchief, "Am I done yet?"
Danny shook his head. "We have a few more thousand fans to go."
"Oh come on," Martin said, "I nearly died this year can't I stop this Santa madness?"
"Shhh," Danny chided him, coming closer. "You have to do this man. Now with the new chic on and Sam no longer in zombie land...well um, dating you, you might be expendable."
Martin's eyed opened wide, "But I can't be, Hank loves me!"
"Hank's gone man," Danny rubbed his shoulder.
Martin began crying. "That's right. I forgot for a minute. I thought it was season one and we were talking about selling shoes together if we lost our jobs."
Danny signed. "Those were the best of times. We could have sold a lot of little black pumps you know."
"Gosh, now I know how a Red Sox fan feels. How can we let Hank leave us??" Martin shook his head.
"Yes, he's leaving but at least he's not leaving us for ER."
"Hey, you, Beavus and Butthead, have you two seen a tiny blonde with a big vocabulary and a tendancy to ask too many questions?"
Martin and Danny turned to see a young man, probably a teenager, with a green jacket and shell necklace.
"We're FBI you can't talk to us that way!" Martin yelled at the man.
"Ohhh FBI. I thought you were Santa and Mrs. Claus," Logan said with a smirk.
"I'm an elf!" Danny countered.
"Yeah and the difference between the two is..." Logan laughed. "So anyways seen any cute, pesky blondes anywhere?"
"Do you mean Samantha?" Danny asked, "Last I saw her she was looking for a reaction to Jack's sudden hooking up with recent widows."
"Samantha? No, not her. But if she's pretty and single, tell her to give Logan Echolls a call," he winked at them. "Enjoy the um...sleigh ride together boys." Off he went again, walking through the crowd of crying women.
Danny bit his lip. "Kids," he said under his breath, "like we even could have access to a realistic looking sleigh."
"Santa!" a voice called out.
"Damn I must be full of merry and get back to playing Santa," Martin said making sure his bowl was secrue before returning to his seat. "Yes what do you want for Christmas? Your own Jack and Samantha supply closet play set? It comes complete with bondage material...I mean duck tape and shelves for hours of pleasure."
"No I don't want anything except for those two teenagers in the women's bathroom to stop making out!"
"We're right on it ma'am," Danny said grabbing Martin by the arm and rushing to the women's bathroom. Danny cautionishly opened the door slightly just so that he could see the two figures pressed against the bathroom glass.
"I want to see!" Martin whined in his ear.
"Shhh, I'll show you later," he replied.
"Happy Holidays Veronica," Logan said panting.
"Ho ho ho!" Martin yelled loudly causing Logan and Veronica to stop mid tongue literal lashing and Danny to roll his eyes. "Um, my bad," Martin said, "Happy Holidays."
And a happy, rocking, sweating holiday it was.