gift!fic round one: [Singin' In the Rain]: The Fifth Day of Christmas
Title: The Fifth Day of Christmas
Fandom: Singin' In the Rain
For: myxginxblossoms
Summary: Just a little bit of lolt3 silliness over the holidays, re: decorating. Happy Christmas, dear!
On the fourteenth day of December, just as Kathy was starting to get concerned, Cosmo declared that they needed a Christmas tree.
“We need a Christmas tree,” he said, and Don looked at her and she looked at Don, and somehow they managed to pile all of them into Don’s convertible and drive in circles for an hour looking for a Christmas tree farm that suited their (well, Cosmo’s) needs. First this one had trees that were too sparse, and the next were pre-cut - “They’ll die,” he explained. “Don’t you want to leave the tree up for two weeks after Christmas?”
All in all, despite the abundance in trees themselves, it took over an hour just to select a farm. “Is he always like this,” Kathy asked quietly when Cosmo wandered off to look for a saw, and Don shook his head.
“Not always, but there are days.”
Then followed another half an hour of searching for the perfect tree - with space for ornaments, it was important to note - and another half hour after that cutting the tree down, and only after all that work did it occur to anyone that transportation on top of Don’s car was not entirely feasible.
They managed it somehow, and once at Don’s house (which was generally decided to be a central location), hauled it indoors, stood it up, stepped back and looked at their accomplishment.
“It’s a very nice tree,” concluded Don. “Do we have any ornaments?”
Cosmo looked appalled, though privately Kathy suspected that the expression was exaggerated. “We have to put the lights on, first,” he said firmly, and when the other two just looked at him silently he threw his hands in the air. “That’s how it’s done. Do you want to do it wrong?”
They got out the lights. Through general consensus, Cosmo handled the ladder, which seemed to give him an inordinate amount of glee, judging by the amount of humming he did while stringing the lights around the top. A brief disagreement between Cosmo and Don over colored or white lights was solved by Kathy’s tie- breaking vote for colored, and when all the lights were up it was generally allowed that the color looked much more festive, and the white lights could go on the porch.
They stood back and examined it. “Ornaments?” Kathy ventured, cautiously, and Cosmo’s face lit up.
“I was hoping you would ask,” he said, delighted. “This year, we’re going to make them.”
Don groaned, but even with visions of hot glue guns and burned fingers dancing in her head, Kathy had to admit that it sounded like a fun idea. And it was hard (nay, impossible) to resist Cosmo’s enthusiasm.
First, though, they had to settle down to a snack of middle-of-the-day milk and sandwiches.
Fandom: Singin' In the Rain
For: myxginxblossoms
Summary: Just a little bit of lolt3 silliness over the holidays, re: decorating. Happy Christmas, dear!
On the fourteenth day of December, just as Kathy was starting to get concerned, Cosmo declared that they needed a Christmas tree.
“We need a Christmas tree,” he said, and Don looked at her and she looked at Don, and somehow they managed to pile all of them into Don’s convertible and drive in circles for an hour looking for a Christmas tree farm that suited their (well, Cosmo’s) needs. First this one had trees that were too sparse, and the next were pre-cut - “They’ll die,” he explained. “Don’t you want to leave the tree up for two weeks after Christmas?”
All in all, despite the abundance in trees themselves, it took over an hour just to select a farm. “Is he always like this,” Kathy asked quietly when Cosmo wandered off to look for a saw, and Don shook his head.
“Not always, but there are days.”
Then followed another half an hour of searching for the perfect tree - with space for ornaments, it was important to note - and another half hour after that cutting the tree down, and only after all that work did it occur to anyone that transportation on top of Don’s car was not entirely feasible.
They managed it somehow, and once at Don’s house (which was generally decided to be a central location), hauled it indoors, stood it up, stepped back and looked at their accomplishment.
“It’s a very nice tree,” concluded Don. “Do we have any ornaments?”
Cosmo looked appalled, though privately Kathy suspected that the expression was exaggerated. “We have to put the lights on, first,” he said firmly, and when the other two just looked at him silently he threw his hands in the air. “That’s how it’s done. Do you want to do it wrong?”
They got out the lights. Through general consensus, Cosmo handled the ladder, which seemed to give him an inordinate amount of glee, judging by the amount of humming he did while stringing the lights around the top. A brief disagreement between Cosmo and Don over colored or white lights was solved by Kathy’s tie- breaking vote for colored, and when all the lights were up it was generally allowed that the color looked much more festive, and the white lights could go on the porch.
They stood back and examined it. “Ornaments?” Kathy ventured, cautiously, and Cosmo’s face lit up.
“I was hoping you would ask,” he said, delighted. “This year, we’re going to make them.”
Don groaned, but even with visions of hot glue guns and burned fingers dancing in her head, Kathy had to admit that it sounded like a fun idea. And it was hard (nay, impossible) to resist Cosmo’s enthusiasm.
First, though, they had to settle down to a snack of middle-of-the-day milk and sandwiches.