Hello again. I've been very caught up recently, but this is a mini- series to keep you going for Christmas- 12 scenarious with the McFly guys in their McFly house around their Christmas/es. I'll be starting/ carrying on with requests soon, hopefully this weekend, I promise.

Hope you like it. XoX

"What do you mean, a fake tree? It has to be real!" The way Tom was staring at Dougie insinuated that the latter had done the former a great injustice- worse than killing Marvin, worse than breaking his guitar, worse than saying Danny's intelligence had anything on Tom's own.

And it was worse.

"But fake trees are better!"

"Dougie!" Tom gasped, clutching a hand to his heart and using the other to steady himself on the kitchen counter. "How dare you promote fake trees- why, they're just another excuse to ruin this planet-"

"Yeah, buying plastic is much worse than ripping down a real live tree," Danny called from the bottom of the stairs, where he was sorting through christmas decorations. Tom stared at him through the doorway.

"It is."

"Not like trees produce oxygen via the cycle of photosynthesis- the cycle, might I add, that keeps us humans alive in this world of deadly greenhouse gases."

Tom blinked, Dougie's mouth fell open, and Harry, who was walking down the stairs, tripped and came to a halt leaning on the wall with eyes wide.

"Yeah," Danny said, a smug expression on his face. "Sometimes I payed attention in Science."

"Good grief." Harry shook his head, then swung himself over Danny and glanced at the two blondes in the kitchen.

"What're you two bickering about now?"

"He wants a real tree!"

"He wants a fake tree!"

The statements were accompanied by the two pointing at each other. Harry rolled his eyes. "Does it matter?"

"Yes!"

"Harry," Tom said loudly. "Think about it- the smell of pine, the more authentic look, the traditional Christmas-"

"Harry!" Dougie elbowed Tom out of the way then put on his best puppy dog expression. "Harry, when I was at home- with my mum, who I really miss by the way- we always had a fake one, and it was always bigger than me-"

Tom snorted. "Not hard-"

"- And mum would help us decorate it... and dad always put the star on top..."

Harry moved forward to hug the pathetic- faced teen, but Tom stepped forward.

"Oh, no. No, no, no, you've already used the my- dad's- gone- and- I'm- homesick card this month!"

"Wha- when?"

"When you got us to take you to Chucky Cheese for your birthday!"

"...Oh." Dougie shrugged. "Oh, okay then." He paused, recollecting his argument, then took a deep breath and turned to Harry to present his point.

"Real trees," He announced, "Are shit."

"Hear, hear," Danny called. Tom leaned around Harry to give him a full- power glare; Danny shrank back.

"They are bigger." He mumbled.

"It's not about size, it's about the spirit!"

"The tree's dead, there's no spirit anyway! Tree murderer!"

Tom whirled to face Dougie. "How dare you, I am no soulless murderer-"

"Guys." They both looked at Harry, who had an expression of long- suffering on his face. "Our house is huge, and we could fit every item mentioned in the song '12 Days Of Christmas' in the front porch alone. We'll get two, it's no big deal. Jeesh."

He turned and walked out, leaving behind a silent Tom and Dougie, until Tom spoke.

"We're so having an angel on the top."

He collapsed as Dougie kicked him in the shin.

"When my dad still loved me we had a star."