December - 1950s

"What do we do? These Mall Santa's are out of control!", the music blared all across the city streets as the great Santa attack of the 1950s was currently being written. Everyone in a few decades would still be talking about this horrid time when every single Claus in the major cities of America began attacking unprompted, or at least they would have, had it not been from one little Peach with just a little bit of Christmas spirit to spare.

"Is that a..."

"...a Peach?! I think it is, what's he doing?"

"It looks like he's... he's..."

"He's saving the holidays! Oh my!" 

Over the next few days there would be a large amount of Santa related incidents, most being held at bay by one tiny peach and his merry band of misfits, one of which kind of looked like an elf, his name was Dawson. Once it was all finished and the coast was made to be clear, there was a lack of the giving spirit as everyone seemed to be a bit dejected from everything that had just taken place-- and there were still so many questions left unanswered, like why?

If you came here for answer, sadly you will be left disappointed. For this isn't about the terrible Santas, or even the fight to reclaim the North Pole and the cities of America for the people, but rather what happened afterwards in the aftermath of that bleak December weekend. For when the Peach won back Christmas, he also decided to do even more than that.

"Hand me that red coat."

"Are you sure? You know what happened to the last drunk who put one of these on, right? We're still cleaning him off of that sidewalk. Are you sure you want to risk it?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm a damn Peach. The Santa Peach."

With those words, he put on his holiday garments and went out to spread some cheer, to help people forget about the blown up buildings all throughout the country and the many elves which lost their lives in the great battle. Not to mention all of that extra reindeer meat that would surely be on most dinner tables this season, given how many... died. It was horrible, so horrible that the peach pushed it all out of his mind and carried on with his signature smile.

This first gift would be thrown into the air, and come sprinkling down after having multiplied into even more. It was quite the impressive display from the newly appointed holiday mastermind. The credits continued to bounce to the floor, dropping from his heavy pockets as he walked down the city streets. 

"Today, I am here to announce that I will be handing out gifts. Random ones, ones that may not be impressive to some, but hopefully to others they will bring you a bit of happiness. All you must do is come here and speak with the Santa Peach, and let him know what has made you good enough this year for a present. The best stories receive the best prizes."

Another jingle from his pocket dropped even more credits to the floor, and all over where the people had began to congregate. Surely, they would love these free gifts being bestowed to them and be more willing to come out for the potential at even more! Or, they would grab up the coins that fall and run off back to their homes.

Both was fine. The Peach didn't really mind.

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 The giant tree was placed and lit up, it could be seen from miles and miles away and it brought not only toys beneath it, but even more money strung to it as if it were made of gold. People would enjoy this, he thought to himself, and if they did not, well then perhaps they would come around to pick up whatever was left.

"It truly is a miracle!"

"No, ma'am. It is just a peach."

and all of these things were true. This holiday season, the peach was saving the holidays! At least until the snow would begin to fall and everyone would start pelting one another with snowballs.

If you want a gift:

Post here.

That's the only rule, cool!

LET THE FESTIVITIES BEEEEEEEEEEEEGIN! 

Succubus came rolling in and read all about sassypeachs thread about Santa, she was stoked to hear the someone is willing to be a santa for everyone this is so delightful to see feeling very xmas cheerful starting to happiness now we need to reel some more firmilar faces around our christmas time and it will be special to celebrate, succubus toodles of thinking i wonder if i will find them and see them soon.

Ian had just bought a bag full of cookies for himself and the others back in the studio and was walking by when he noticed a crowd of people gathered by the side of the road looking at something. Must be another dead body, he thought. But then he heard the cheers of the people.

Curious, Ian went to check out what was happening. There he saw Santa! A real Santa! But he knew very well who it was. It was none other than SassyPeach. He had heard about him becoming a SantaPeach but never believed it... until now! Ian almost burst out laughing at the giant peach with a white beard in a Santa outfit, but he controlled his laughter because he didn't want to attract much attention. 

He also saw a giant Christmas tree with presents under it and what seemed like gold coins hanging from it. A few of the people had already picked out some of the coins from the tree. He wondered if those were real gold and decided to pick one out as well. Then he heard the Peach speaking about some free gifts for stories. Ian couldn't remember the last time he had received a gift for Christmas, so why not try it? Maybe he would get something from the Santa himself! 

Ian went up to the place where SantaPeach was standing and started:

"My story is that... I am nice. I deserve a gift. Thank you."

He turns to the Peach.

"Now, Where's my gift?"

Moose was taking a stroll down the main street humming a carol to himself, most people crossing the street thinking he was simply out of his mind, but the truth was he just enjoyed Christmas time, it was the perfect time to put the screws to outstanding debtors, after all. Mobsters need presents too. 

Suddenly he saw a large christmas tree in the square with ornaments and what look like small gift boxes hanging from the branches. A Peachy santa stands underneath. Moose instantly decideds that Work is over and its time to go have himself some fun.

"I notice that you don't have a reindeer, I suppose I can stand in." Producing a foam red nose Moose begins giving a hand passing out presents and entertaining the little ones. Enjoying himself in all of the festive events in the weeks to come"

S.A was feeling festive and was wondeirng if the rum he had was a bit stronger thean normal when he saw a peach in a red coat passing out gifts? damn bring on the egg nog! he walks up "merry christmas santa..peach? you got gifts you say?

In another hopeless night

Cold as it can be

Clasping my hands together

Wondering where to be.

Feelings of hunger

Checking my coat

Nothing but misery.

Broke as a Joke

Hollers a laugh.

Takes off into the streets

Lo and behold

A crowd circling a tree

Curious in nature

Steps in to see.

Squinting past the lights

Twas Santa Peach, Hollering with glee

"I may give a gift,

To those who'd share their story".

Thought for a moment

Walking up to Santa Peach

Letting out a sigh, and begins to speak

"I may not have been good,

Gamble is what I do,

A foolish man I am

It gets me every week,

I don't expect a gift.

But no matter

I'll keep getting on my feet,

Cause nothing can keep me down, but me.

Its good to see

That someone is here

To listen to their story

At a sad time this year."

Disappearing into the crowd

Heading to the streets

As it is now time,

To find something to eat.

My daddy gives the best presents, and I was the best present from the lord Jesus that he could ever wish for because I'm his precious lil pear and I am no longer a zombie and we're going to go on so many more adventures with uncle FutureStealer. 

Chris was walking down the cold December streets, looking for a little action. Perhaps he could find some jabronis to check into the SmackDown Hotel. Perhaps he could find a bit of Pie to eat. The Rock liked eating Pie, all kinds of Pie to be honest, as long as it was fresh and warm and moist. Nobody deserved to eat stale crusty Pie. Perhaps he might even find some Christmas Pie to eat. Instead what he found was a street full of strudel. Now this was the 50s and the Rock wasn't judgemental in any way. If Strudel was your thing, then more power to you, it just wasn't for him. Unless he was serving up his own strudel. Plenty of times over the holidays the neighbours had come around the Rock's house, offering him a taste of their pie in exchange for a double helping of the Rock's Strudel... the People's Strudel.

Thankfully SassyPeach didn't seem to be handing out his strudel, although he did look kind of strange dressed in a bright red coat. Ianyu was also wearing a bright red coat, with matching red pants and shirt. A lot of red. He looked like a squeezed out blood bag... he certainly didn't go to the Gym. Standards had certainly fallen since Headcoach had been shot in the face and left to die in the gutter. Succubus was also dressed in Red, although no coat. She certainly looked cold, perhaps she had some pie she was willing to give the Rock. Then there was Moose, looking kind of festive in Red and Green, with a face like Stephanie McMahon Helmsley. He was dressed that brightly he looked like a great big bowl of Fruity Pebbles. Only JohnDoe & SilentAssassin weren't wearing red. JohnDoe was singing some woeful Christmas dirge like he was 50 Cent. The Rock liked to sing, perhaps he could put on a Christmas Choral service for the Millions... and Millions of the Rock's Fans?

Nickel and Dime certainly wouldn't be singing at it. Silent Ass-ass-in was trying to shake down the Peach for gifts. Chris had seen fake War Veterans pretending to be amputee's begging on the street with less chagrin. And then there was SassyPear, the self styled offspring of the Peach, dressed like the toilet bowl the morning after the Elves' Christmas Party.

"Hey there Peach, The Rock, the People's Champion all up in the house. How you feeling jabroni?" asked Chris with a twinkle in his eye and a sparkle in his smile.

"It doesn't matter how you're doing!" replied the great one to his own rhetorical question. 

"The Rock, the Great One, the Most Electrifying man in all of MR was out for a walk. Looking for some Pie, and he rounds the corner and finds Strudel Fest 1954 taking place. If it wasn't for Succubus standing here shivering, the Rock might have walked on by." Chris held his hand up and made a walking motion with his fingers, like he was auditioning to be in the Yellow Pages Commercial. 

"So The Rock knows its a long shot with Fruity Pebbles, Bloodbag, Nickles and Dimes standing here like a Pride Day Nativity scene, buit do you happen to know where the Rock can get some good Pie around here? The Rock was looking a little fill before Putting on his Christmas Hat and heading off to the Hospital to play Dwanta Claus for all the little millions... and Millions of the Rock's fans, if you smell what the rock is cookin'?" asked the Rock, cocking the people's eyebrow, and meeting Sassy's peachy stare. 

   WednesdayAddams was strolling about feeling less than cheerful. All this jolly wasn't exactly her style but she did feel it necessary to at least try and behave like a normal person would. So with a sigh and an eyeroll She headed out into the streets.

   She couldn't believe someone in such a prominent spot from Vegas could be so generous. It almost gave her hope in humanity, Almost. She decided it would at least be fun to see all the people get drunk and part and hung about to see what mischief people were getting into. She even found herself laughing seeing a Moose with a red nose. And while most people were sad listening to the Poet JohnDoe she couldn't help but feel warmth in her heart at the beauty that is his tragedy.