Chapter #4Sant'a suprise hat by: DHB   Twose Christmas morning, and Chris was exstactic.
Chris wishing that this years xmas will be better then last years. But highly doubted.
Last year was one of the worst xmas Chris had ever had.
Cathy had gotten him a box of chocolates which turned out to be laxatives.
Cristy rapped a pacifier with a pretty pink bow.
And Coral (being the tight-ass she is) gave him pencils and a notebook.
Crappy presents indeed.
So Chris, ran down stairs to the living room where everyone was already unrapping thier presents.
-Cathy: Sweet! the new iphone~ *hugging her new present*
-Cristy: wow, thats to cool. Lets see what I got. *rips the rapping paper like an animal*
-Cristy: awww! the cute clothes I wanted!!
-Coral: Glad you like them! *said with a cheery smile on her face*
-Cathy: Hey Chris! why don't you open our present~ *with evil grins on Cathy and Cristy's faces*
-Chris: Whatever
Chris then slowly opens the box, wondering the horrors that await. Opening up Cathy's present first.
To his horror it was a "Tickle-me-Elmo" toy, seeing it twitch and laugh, then seeing his sisters giggle slightly.
-Cristy: Okay, now mine! *almost crying from trying to hold back her laughter*
Chris then opens up Cathy's present, revealing a pack of adult diapers...
-Cristy: I-I-Its for what happened last year!!
Both sisters then burst into laughter. They then begin to roll on the floor from over chuckling.
Giving Chris a nice shot of his older sister's light purple laced panties, making him blush alittle.
-Coral:Okay Okay, my gift now~
He then unraps his mothers gift. Its a pair of gardening gloves.
-Coral: Now you can help me garden the back yard *said with a fake smile*
-Chris: umm. . . thanks mum.
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After everyone left to go try thier new gifts, Chris then see's one last present.
-Chris: It's addresed to me? from... Santa....? can't be.
It contained a regular Santa hat. And written in the fabric was "Think an action, and they shall obey"
Wondering what that could mean, you put on the hat, cause after all, it is chirstmas.
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Chris then walks into the kitchen to where his mother was making lunch.
The smell of baked potatos filled the air, making chris hungry. He then heards over to the caboard to grab a snack.
Grabbing out a small cookie to ease his stomach. His mother hearing his actions, turns around, walks over to Chris
-Coral: Chris!! -snatches the cookie of chris-
-Coral: No snacks, you'll rune your lunch.
She then turns back around and begins to walk back to the sink with the cookie in hand.
-Chris: ((damn mum, just give me the cookie)) -thought chris.
Chris's mother then froze and stood at attendtion for a few seconds, then turns around and walks over to Chris.
-Coral: Here you go dear~ *said with a big dumb grin on her face*
-Chris: Oh, thanks...
Chris then run off to his room wondering what the heck just happend.Chris continue to ponder what had just acured.
Noticing that it had started happening as soon as he wore the hat, thinking if it could be linked in some way.
-Chris: ((Guess there is only one way to find out))
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