A Justin Taylor Christmas
"Having fun, Sunshine?"
"Yeah."
"But..."
"But?"
"Why do I get the impression there's a but in that `yeah.'"
"I don't know, I guess I don't get it anymore. I know I'm supposed to be happy, it being the Christmas season and all. Why do I feel so depressed? I love getting Christmas cards and presents and giving presents. But I don't feel happy. I don't get Christmas anymore."
"You know something, Sunshine, I think you've been spending way too much time with me. I'm the one who's not supposed to like Christmas. You're the one who's supposed to happy, make me crazy with your Christmas plans, try to get me to decorate the loft. Hey, look at the newly weds."
"They sure can skate well together. Come on, skate with me. Maybe that'll get my Christmas spirit up."
"Well, if the skating doesn't help, I promise to try something else to get your spirit up when we're home and not sliding my sorry ass on this ice."
"Okay, Bri."
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"Your spirit up yet?"
"Not really but something else is."
"Mmm, give me some of that spirit, baby."
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"Hey kiddo."
"Hi Debbie."
"What's wrong? No Christmas spirit again?"
"Me? That goes without saying. I'm worried about Justin."
"Sunshine? What have you done now?"
"Nothing."
"Brian."
"Nothing, I swear Deb. He's the one without the spirit. I've never seen him like this before. Not even when I treated him like shit. He always bounces back. Ignores my bad moods, gives me hell and just in general being Justin. Something's really wrong. He's not even trying to decorate the loft. I haven't seen a hint of tinsel, no garland, not even a candy cane."
"Something is wrong."
"I know and I don't know how to get him out of this funk."
"What he needs is involvement."
"Involvement? How much more involvement does the kid need? If he's not working on Rage, he's here or he's helping Lindsey with Gus or studying. I've never seen anyone so involved."
"Not that kind of involvement. Christmas involvement. Look the GLC is putting on a Christmas show this year and we need an Art Director."
"Why haven't I heard about this before?"
"Cause I just thought it up and I'm going to need the whole family to do their parts."
"Okay. Wait a minute. You are not going to get me to dress up as Mary."
"Asshole. Just get the family together over at my house later without Justin. I'll call Daphne and Jennifer."
"Okay, but how are you gonna keep the little shit from finding out."
"I'm not. He'll be his curious little self and we'll be the bumbling idiots who desperately need someone with the artistic know how to fix things."
"You know, Deb, you can be awfully devious."
"Learned from the master. Go call the gang."
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"Okay people, lets get this show on the road."
"Mel, who put you in charge?"
"Do see anyone else more qualified to organize things, Emmett."
"Well, since you asked..."
"I didn't. Now Ted why don't you put us in the mood with some Christmas music while I hand out the parts."
"Sure thing, Mel."
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"What the fuck kind of Christmas music is that?"
"Beethoven Christmas music, Michael."
"Oh good grief! Who am I going to play?"
"You can be shepard."
"A shepard! Why am I always a shepard?"
"Just think how cute you'll look in a tunic."
"You really think I'll be a cute shepard, Ben?"
"Yes, baby, a very, very cute shepard."
"Augh, not here too? Man, if they're not all over each other at home, they're making goo goo eyes at each other. Ow!"
"That's for being fresh, Hunter. What's my job, Melanie?"
"I thought you and Emmett could handle the catering."
"Huh, is that your way of getting me out of the way?"
"Well, uh, um..."
"I thought so. You maybe the mother of my grandbaby but you're not to old to spank."
"I'd pay to see that. OW!"
"Asshole."
"You started it."
"Did not."
"Did too."
"CAN WE PLEASE HAVE QUIET! Thank you. Lindsey you can play Mary. Ben you can be Joseph. Ted, do you think you can handle the inn keeper?"
"Sure Mel."
"Suck up."
"Shut up Brian. I'm not the one who wanted to do this."
"And you think this was MY idea?"
"People, people, here's the script. Memorize your lines while I'll check on the lighting."
"Memorize! I can't memorize these lines!"
"Michael, I will give five good reasons to memorize your lines."
"Bitch."
"Hormones."
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"Hey, what's going on here?"
"Hiya Sunshine!"
"Hi Sweetie."
"Mom, Deb. What's going on?"
"We're putting on a Christmas play, that is if these people can get their asses in gear."
"Oh. Can I help?"
"Yeah, I think they need an Art Director. Know someone who might be interested, Sonny Boy."
"Maybe."
"Good, cause you know how uncoordinated lesbians can be. Look at those horrible costumes and the lighting is all wrong. And..."
"If you think you can do any better whipping this bunch in shape, then be my guest."
"No way, Mel. I'll leave all the whipping to you. I'm sure you know how to do that."
"Lindsey!"
"I never said a word, I swear!"
"Shit!"
"Care to elaborate, Mel?"
"No, Emmett, I do not. Aren't you supposed to be cooking something?"
"Humph."
"What the hell are you two doing?"
"That's my costume!"
"No it isn't. Give it back."
"Stop it! Fuck. Justin, I can really use your help here."
"Uh, I'm not sure what to do."
"Sweetie, maybe they need something to get them all in the proper mood."
"You mean like drugs?"
"NO, asshole. Like a tree."
"OOOO, yeah, Deb, a tree."
"A big shiny Christmas tree."
"Yeah, that's it. A tree. Maybe something lavender with lots of lights and tinsel and garland, with that fake snow sprayed on it."
"Justin, let's get out of here. All of this ho ho ho is making my dick soft. I'll help you get a tree. If I have to listen to Fur Elise one more time I'm going to barf."
"Okay Brian, I think I know where we can find some trees."
"Of course you do."
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"See any one you like?"
"I don't know. I mean look at all these artificial trees, it just doesn't seem right."
"Well, you know what they say about Christmas, Sunshine. It's all a plot by some big corporate syndicate, trying to get all our hard earned money."
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"Hey, I think I found it!"
"I don't know Sunshine, looks a little puny to me. I didn't think they still made real Christmas trees. They're all expecting a large lavender monstrosity. Doesn't go with the modern spirit."
"No, Bri. This is the one."
"Okay, if you think so. Let's pay for and get it back to the GLC."
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"Hey guys!"
"So, where is it?"
"Right here."
"This? It's a joke right. Okay, Bri, not funny. Where's the tree."
"This is it."
"Justin, you call that a tree?!"
"It's a twig. A twig that's losing it's needles."
"Come on, guys. Justin searched real hard for that tree."
"It's okay Bri. I guess I really don't know what Christmas is all about. DOESN'T ANYONE KNOW WHAT CHRISTMAS IS REALLY ALL ABOUT?"
"Sure, Sunshine, I can tell you what Christmas is all about...lights please. `For behold, I bring you tidings of great joy that shall be to all people; For unto you is born this day in the city of David, a savior, tis Christ the lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; You shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly with there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying Glory to God in the highest and peace, good will toward men.' That's what Christmas is all about, Justin Taylor."
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"I never thought it was such a bad little tree."
"It just needs a little love."
"Yeah, come on, get the decorations!"
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"Hey, Justin. Watcha doin' out here?"
"Just getting some air, Daph. I guess they think I really fucked up."
"Didn't look like that to me."
"Sonny Boy, get your bubble butt back in here!"
"We better go in."
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"What's this!"
"Merry Christmas, Sunshine."
"It's beautiful."
"Just like you, little boy."
"Oh Brian. Thank you for reminding me what Christmas is really all about. Thank you all!"
"MERRY CHRISTMAS, JUSTIN TAYLOR!!!"
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