Author's Note: Hey dudes! So, I decided to write a Christmas oneshot as it's probably my favorite holiday! So enjoy and please leave a review! This will be a two chapter oneshot though. One for Christmas Eve, and one for Christmas Day.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everybody! :D

It was a cold, blistery Christmas Eve in Two Peaks (A.N: I think that's the name of the town their in?), with everyone at the park getting ready for their annual Christmas party. Skips was fixing up the lights along the outside of the house, Pops was in the kitchen baking tree-shaped cookies for Santa, Benson was sweeping up the mess Mordecai and Rigby had made earlier from eating in the living room and Thomas, being Thomas, had gotten his horns stuck in a Christmas wreath while trying to hang it on the front door outside.

"Uh, Skips? Can I get a little help here?" he asked, pointing at his horns.

Skips sighed, "Sure Thomas, just let me finish hanging up these lights and I'll come down." Skips put the final light in place, then slowly stepped off the ladder and skipped over to Thomas, yanking the wreath off him.

"Thanks Skips. Sorry about that," he said.

"No problem. But why don't you head inside and see if Benson can have you do anything that doesn't involve your head getting stuck?" he asked while hanging the wreath on the door.

"Yeah, good-good idea man." he blushed, a little ashamed at his incident.

Thomas came inside, quickly closing the door so as to not let snow in, and walked up to Benson who was sitting on the couch. "Hey, uh Benson? I'm done outside. Do you have anything else for me to do?" he asked.

Benson took a sip of his hot cocoa, "No, not really. Sit down and relax with me for a moment." he smiled, patting the cushion next to him.

Thomas sighed in relief, "Thanks Benson. I-"

"WHAAAAAAAH!"

"What was that?" Thomas asked.

"Ugh...it's Pops. He's baking, or at least trying to bake, cookies for Santa and tonight's party." he sighed.

Pops suddenly ran out to the kitchen entrance, holding a pan of burnt cookies, "The cookies...they're RUINED! Santa will never visit us now!" he cried.

Benson rubbed his fingers in his right hand between his eyes in annoyance, "Pops, it's fine. Santa will still come even if the cookies aren't good."

"BUT IT'S NOT THE SAME!" Pops screamed.

Benson thought of an idea, "Say, Thomas? Why don't you help Pops make some fresh cookies?" he smiled, but gritted between his smile, "and don't let Pops do anything! Just have him do something that doesn't involve actually baking."

"Got it Benson." Thomas winked. Thomas walked over to Pops and put an arm around him, "Don't worry Pops! I'll help you bake, and you can even lick the batter!"

"Oh! I adore licking the batter!" he squealed in joy.

Benson sunk back into the couch, "Finally, a chance to-"

SLAM!

Rigby slammed the front door open and was holding a new video game in his hands. "HOLY CRAP! I can't believe I finally got it!" he yelled, pumping his fist and spinning around in front of the door.

Mordecai trudged up the steps, out of breath, "Rig-Rigby! You could've waited for me instead of ditching me in front of the game store!"

Rigby stopped dancing and looked over at Mordecai, "Sorry dude! It's just that this is the game I've been waiting all year for!"

Benson stood up from the couch, turning as red as Rudolph's nose, "Close the freaking door! You're letting all the snow in!"

"Oh geez! Sorry Benson!" Mordecai replied, shutting the door as quickly as he could.

As Benson started walking over, he saw that the entire side of the living room was covered in snow! He picked up the broom then stomped over to Rigby and grabbed the game out of his hands. "You aren't getting this game back until you clean up this mess, Rigby!" he shouted.

"Aw man! But Mordecai-" he started.

"Mordecai didn't do anything! If you hadn't of ditched him, he would of came in at the same time as you and shut the door! But, since you were acting like an idiot and dancing, you let all this snow into the house!" he explained, shoving the broom into Rigby's hands. "Mordecai, why don't you come into the kitchen and I'll make you some hot chocolate, as you must be freezing." he smiled.

"Gee, thanks Benson!" he smiled back.

"Aw, but I want some too!" Rigby whined.

"NO! Now clean this up, or you're fired!" Benson yelled.

"Ugh!" Rigby groaned. He reluctantly started sweeping the snow up, but threw the broom down in frustration. "This is taking too long!" he complained. Suddenly, he spotted a vacuum cleaner out of the corner of his eye. He ran over and pushed the vacuum into the snow, and gripping the top of the handle, turned it on to full suction. He was lifted up off the floor, unable to control the vacuum as it, thankfully, sucked up all the snow...and then all heck broke loose. The vacuum started knocking everything over, including the tree and presents! It somehow sucked up the Christmas lights hung along the staircase as well. Rigby couldn't hold on for much longer, so he yelled for help.

"GUYS?! I NEED HELP IN HERE!" he screamed, letting go of the handle and flying into the wall.

"What did he do now?" Benson groaned.

Mordecai and Benson ran in and their jaws dropped in disbelief at the mess Rigby had made ten times worse. Mordecai quickly sprinted over to the vacuum and tackled it, while Benson ran up to the outlet and unplugged the cord. Then, they both walked over to Rigby, staring him down angrily.

"GRRRRRRRRAHHHHHH!" Benson screamed at the top of his lungs. "WHAT HAPPENED IN HERE, RIGBY?!"

"I-I-I'm sorry guys! I was sweeping, but I figured that would take forever so I got the vacuum and-"

"You tried to take the easy way out, as usual! I ought to fire you right here, right now..." Benson said, breathing heavily.

Mordecai stepped in between them and pushed Benson away from Rigby, "Benson, it's Christmas Eve, you can't fire Rigby now! Come on, I'll help clean this place up and make sure Rigby doesn't cause more trouble for the next couple days!"

Benson sighed and started to calm down, "You promise, Mordecai? Because I swear to God-"

Mordecai held his hands up in defense, "I swear Benson! I'll keep him under my watch. You can trust me, right?"

"Ugh, yeah, I suppose I can trust you Mordecai." he said.

"Good. Now go in the kitchen, sit down, have some cookies and relax dude!" he smiled, pushing Benson out the doorway. "Let's clean this crap up dude, and fast. I don't want to spend all of Christmas Eve having to clean up with Margaret driving up tomorrow!" Mordecai ordered, punching Rigby in the arm for his mistake.

"OW! Okay, God!" he whimpered, rubbing his arm. "So, she's actually coming huh?" he snickered.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, picking up the tree and setting it back up.

"Oh nothing...just wondering why she'd want to spend Christmas with you rather than her parents." he said while cracking the door open.

"You idiot! She already visited her parents these past few days and was stopping by tomorrow for a day to see me!" he answered. Mordecai was getting very agitated with Rigby now, so he decided to turn the tables. "Is Eileen coming over as well?" he smirked.

"SHUT UP! Yeah, she's coming...and I'll have you know, Mordo, that I even got her a gift!" he said smugly, sweeping the snow outside.

"Oh wow! What'd you buy her with your salary and knowledge of chicks, a freaking pink bow for her hair?" he laughed.

"No! It's something really special that she'll like a lot!" he shouted, defending himself.

"I'm just messing with you dude! I'm sure you picked out a cool gift." Mordecai said.

An hour later, they finished cleaning and were exhausted so they decided to head upstairs for bed. Mordecai got into his bed and rested on his side, "Hey Rigby?"

"Yeah?"

"You may mess up...a lot, but I'm glad to be around you for the holidays dude." he smiled.

"Thanks man! The same to you." he smiled back.

"Let's try to not have anything spoil tomorrow, ok bro? I'll try to not embarrass you in front of Eileen too much." Mordecai chuckled.

"Shut up man. Night, Mordo." he yawned.

"Night, Rigby." he yawned as well.

They both drifted off into slumber, awaiting tomorrow when Santa would arrive.