Christmas Blues

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"You have got to be kidding me."

That had been Ray's initial reaction anyway. Nearly five minutes later and his language had turned a bit more colorful. He'd tackled the mistletoe methodically, trying to rip it away so it would let him loose but he was still caught beneath it, looking like a prized idiot most probably. It was pretty much the end of

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[colbert_bump]

Guess who completely missed out on all of that yelling? Rev. Fr. Professor Sir Dr. Stephen T. Colbert, Esquire, D.F.A, that's who.

Stephen was just coming in out of the cold, full of the kind of cheer he was only full of around this time of year. Even though he wasn't home with his wife and kids and servants and money, he still appreciated the month of cold weather.

It was a little odder than usual out there, but he wasn't too bothered by it.

What he was bothered with, however, was the way he suddenly found himself unable to move. He kept trying, which just managed to shake snow all over Ray's feet. Oh, Stephen hadn't even noticed him there.

"This better not be what I think it is."

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"God damn it!" Stephen snapped when he could see that neither of them could move yet. "All of that for nothing?!"

Yes, a simple kiss on the cheek counted as 'all of that'.

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Despite himself, Ray was a little offended. "Believe me, pal, I'm as unhappy about it as you are." But Stephen didn't have to rub it in.

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"I don't think you are," Stephen replied conversationally. "I'm pretty sure no one on this island is as unhappy as I am on any given day. So ha!"

Because it was obviously a contest.