Disclaimer: I don’t own anything… Except a muffin.

Note: Oh, what Samos would say…

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Keira held her festive hat in her hands, her father rubbing his palms together.

“So, which one shall we buy?” Samos asked. Keira grumbled for a bit.

“Daddy, I really don’t know. I don’t trust artificial trees… Especially after the incident at Christmas six years ago…

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Jak and Keira stood next to the tree, dressing it up in all kinds of festive decorations. Reaching his hand into the tree, Jak accidentally pulled out a twig. On it sat a wumpbee, buzzing happily.

“Daddy! The fake tree we bought has a wumpbee nest in it! The wumpbee’s sitting on Jak! Jak’s having an allergic reaction! Daddy!?” Keira called.

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“Oh. I… Forgot about that…” Samos said, before whistling innocently. Keira frowned.

“You didn’t even come to help Jak! He was the size of a lurker for the rest of the week! Not to mention he could barely open his eyes…” Keira moaned.

“What’s in the past is done, Keira. Right now we are looking for a tree,” Samos lectured.

“And why do you have to have so much against artificial trees? There was that one Christmas…”

“No there wasn’t, daddy,”

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Jak and Keira grinned as they placed the tree topper, a fat man wearing a red outfit and a Christmas hat, on the tree. Placing him on gently, he started singing a song neither of them knew, in a horrible, rough voice.

“Turn it off!” Keira shrieked, dropping to the floor quickly. Suddenly Jak, who had leapt to the rescue, knocked the tree with his waist, causing it to fall down from its flimsy stand and onto Keira.

“Daddy! I’m trapped under a Christmas tree, can you help? Daddy? Daddy?!” Keira screamed.

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Samos frowned.

“That never happened! I never recall you crying for my help that day…”

“We later found out you had left us alone and gone to a sage seminar,” Keira replied bluntly.

“But wasn’t Daxter there…?”

“He was away in Rock Village with his belated cousin… Or so he claimed…” Keira grumbled.

“Keira, darling, wasn’t there that time…”

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Jak, Daxter (Still elven, of course) and Keira stood around the tree they had just set up.

“Great work guys!” Keira cheered. Daxter produced something from his pocket.

“Would you look at that… Mistletoe… Hehe…” He chuckled, holding it high over Keira’s head. Keira rolled her eyes, before shoving Daxter backwards. He fell into the tree, which catapulted out the window, him with it. Seconds later an almighty crash was heard.

“Oops… Daddy! Daxter fell out the window! Daddy? Daddy, Daxter fell out of the window…” Keira screamed.

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Samos rolled his eyes.

“You know that never happened, sweetie…”

“It did, actually. Daxter never trusted artificial trees again, just like me and Jak.” Keira replied.

“Surely there was that other time…”

“No, there wasn’t,”

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Jak heaved the tree through the door.

“Please tell me this’ll work,” Keira prayed, as the boy made it through.

“Now, this time all we have to do is decorate it,” Keira sighed. Drawing her father’s prized ornaments out of a box (A guy on a zoomer with red dreadlocks and a singing female figurine) Keira drew her breath.

“Here goes nothing…” She muttered, placing the singing figurine on the tree branch. Suddenly Daxter burst in.

“I got into the Sandover Idol competition… Ahh!” He screamed, as he fell out the window for the second Christmas in a row.

“Oh, uh… Daddy! Daddy, Daxter fell out the window again!”

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“That last one was completely Daxter’s fault!” Samos yelled. Keira frowned.

“And where were you?” She asked.

“… Hosting the Sandover Idol competition…”

“Exactly. So, if you don’t mind, I think it’ll be a real tree this year,” And with that, Keira walked out of the shop.

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Note: I could see that happening, especially the wumpbee one.