"Have a holly, jolly Christmas..."

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Tree-picking had turned out a success, not that it was ever anything but. Duo won the unfortunate duty of preparing the living room for the arrival of the tree, so he was the first back to the house. Everyone else was going to be arriving sometime the next day, tree and other miscellaneous purchases in tow. One of his favorite songs was on the radio, which was the only reason he could name that he didn't notice his three friends waiting on the lawn.

He pulled into the driveway and stopped the car, still nodding his head to the radio. Another thirty seconds and he'd turn the car off (assuming the dj didn't pick another good one to follow this one), besides, why hurry? He could get everything done in the few hours tomorrow before the old man and everyone else showed up.

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Heero sat on the top of the stairs leading to Duo's front door, waiting for the troublemaker to show up so he could give him a piece of his mind. Sure, the flashing lights and other obnoxious Christmas-y things were harmless, but it was the principle of it all. Breaking in, decorating without permission... and a list of some other grievances, like the fact that he'd chosen some of the weirdest decorations ever...

Regardless, after calling Duo over and over and leaving several voice mails (some angry, others colorfully so) and receiving no answer, he called Howard to find out where Duo was and when Duo would be home. He was given a date and an approximate time. Heero had been here ever since.

And upon seeing Duo's car pull into the drive, he stood, preparing himself for two things: one, a proper confrontation; two, to keep Wufei and Dorothy from brutally maiming the guy...