Hi everybody! I got this idea from a picture my sister drew. I hope you enjoy it! Standard disclaimers apply.
Gaara stared at the ceiling of his room. It was the same old, same old. Well, except for the pajamas. It was Christmas Eve, and Gaara and his siblings had just gotten home from their grandmothers. Each of them received a pair of P.j.s. Gaara had gotten a Raccoon pair, Kankuro a bear and Temari a kitty. They were full bodied zippered ones, and were very, very comfy. Gaara could only find two problems with them. One, why the hell would he need pajamas? He didn't sleep! And two, they were drop dead adorable. They were the kind of Pajamas that would make someone even like Neji giggle with girlish delight. Gaara hated being cute. Suddenly, there was a noise from downstairs. Who was up at this hour?
Gaara fumbled downstairs to see a fat man in a red suit putting presents around the coffee table. Gaara's mind clicked to burglar setting.
"What are you doing in my house?" he asked.
The fat man turned around and smiled cheerily.
"Good evening little one! I suppose you must be Gaara?"
"So you're not only a burglar, but a stalker? I'm going to kill you..."
"But I have something in my sack for you!"
"And you're a pedophile. You make me sick. Coffin of the Crushing Sand!"
Santa was crushed, and all of his organs were strewn about the living room. Gaara congratulated himself on a job well done.
"What's going on?" Kankuro said, coming upstairs from his room. He was wearing his bear pjs. So Kawaii!
"I got a burglar." Gaara said calmly.
"On Christmas eve? That's bizzare..." Kankuro commented, and picked up a blood soaked red hat on the floor. "Uh-oh"
"Why are you two up?" Temari asked, coming downstairs in her kitty pjs. Hyper Kawaii!
"Temari, I think he killed santa." Kankuro said flatly.
"Who?" Gaara asked.
"Boy, childhood joy and wonder skipped right over you. Santa is a jolly old fellow who gives out presents to all the good girls and boys on Christmas eve! Don't you ever remember getting presents from him?"
Gaara recalls a few Christmas's back, when the rest of his family is opening presents and he sits there, attempting to make his lump of coal do something entertaining.
"I got a puppy!" Little Kankuro said.
Gaara squished it faster than you could say nutcracker.
"Now that you mention it, it does ring a few bells." Gaara replied.
"Now what are we going to do?" Temari said, kicking what might be a spleen into the fireplace.
"Nothing." Gaara said. He plopped onto his bottom and began unwrapping presents.
"We can't just unwrap presents! What about all the other kids in the world?" Temari complained.
"Me thinks Gaara has a point." Kankuro said, looking through santa's stuff to find his presents. "Oh boy! I think it's puppets!"
"Hmm...maybe you two are right." Temari resigned, looking for her present.
"What do you think you are doing?" A ethereal voice said.
The three ninja turned around to see a hideous three headed version of themselves, tapping it's foot.
"Sweet Jesus!" Kankuro cried, diving under the coffee table. Gaara attempted to use the crushing coffin on this thing, but it just reformed. It seemed to be made of mist.
"I am the ghost of Christmas present! I have come to tell you that you three need to save Christmas!"
"Why do you have our heads?" Temari queried.
"I am a ghostly manifestation of your consciouses."
"But how can you be that and the ghost of christmas present?" Gaara asked.
"Oh, figure it out yourselves. I'm not a bloody answer booklet. I'm just here to tell you that you need to take Santa's sleigh and deliver the rest of the presents. Hurry up, you've only got 5 more hours."
The sand nin decided arguing with this thing wasn't worth the time, so they scuttled up the chimney and got into the sleigh.
"Sweet! This thing has GPS, cd player, surround sound stereo, and cup holders that adjust!" Kankuro cried, marveling at the engineeing beauty.
"Yeah yeah, just be quiet and put this on." Temari ordered, tossing him a spare santa suit.
"Why do I have to be Santa?"
"Because you are the fattest one here. If some kid woke up and saw Gaara as Santa, he'd die of a heart attack. Gaara and I will wear these elf costumes, okay?"
Gaara most certainly did not think it was okay. No way in hell he was getting into those pansy clothes. He didn't actually say this, but the death glare he was giving Temari said enough.
"Come on Gaara, It's only one night! And besides, no one is going to see you."
"If I find a picture of this anywhere, I swear, I'll kill you both in the worst possible way imaginable."
"We are off!" Kankuro shouted, starting the sleigh and taking off into the night.
Next stop, Konoha! Who asks for what? How can the sand shinobi screw this up? Find out!