A Poot Lovato Christmas

Christmas 1992

The two baby twins were the cutest things on Earth, that Christmas of 1992. All the relatives were staring at them in awe, as they mumbled incomprehensible noises. And if Demi and Poot were so similar when they were only a few months old, the first differences weren't to become clear until the sisters passed the year of age. Their parents loved them both equally for now.

That year had many triumphs, such as capturing Jeffrey Dahmer, and many losses, like having a Clinton as president-elect. The Lovato family were avid democrats and cheered that Christmas for the inauguration of President-Elect Bill Clinton.

Demi and Poot's aunt looked at them and smiled. "Isn't it great that Clinton beat Bush?" she rhetorically asked the twins. Demi gave her a smile and began to lick her feet. Poot was staring at her as if she just said the sky was red.

They were having a Christmas party at the Lovato residence with a tree in the living room and stockings hanging over the warm and cozy fireplace. All the adults came in ugly sweaters to celebrate. Oh no, my bad. Those were their regular clothes. As they waited for the clock to strike 12, the Dean Martin Christmas album was playing in the background.

11:59 came around and everyone gathered 'round the tree. Mr. Lovato came out the bathroom after brutally dumping the bean burrito he had earlier that day. "Okay you guys," he said, "we're gonna do a countdown from ten, alright?" All the tipsy adults agreed and the countdown began soon after.

"10."

Demi continued licking her feet in the seat next to Poot. Even as a baby, Poot had a sense of common decency and tried to get away from Demi. The fact she touches everything with those feet and still licked them is rather gross.

"9."

Poot got out of the baby seat and starts to crawl towards the tree without any adults noticing. The shiny balls distract her. She especially likes the big balls.

"8."

Under the tree there lay Poot, fiddling with the tree branches that she was so enticed by.

"7."

She gets particularly interested in the base of the tree trunk. The thing that supports all the branches.

"6."

From there, she could see all the pretty ornaments and lights that dazzled the tree. It was magnificent, like nothing she's ever seen in her 5 months of life so far. Poot was an intelligent baby with appreciation for color.

"5!"

She looks at the tree trunk and wonders what it tastes like.

"4!"

Poot sticks her tongue out and goes for the tree.

"3!"

She's about to lick it.

"2!"

Almost...

"1!"

With a swift lick and push, Poot sent the tree flying from its stand and into the fireplace. The tree caught fire. Everybody screamed while trying to put out the tree as "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year" began playing. The adults were scrambling back and forth with cups of water trying to put the tree out. The fire alarm also started to go off.

Naturally, the fire caught onto the walls of the house and started burning wooden photo frames, curtains, and eventually the floor. Poot's uncle hurriedly called 911 from the house phone. Poot sat there watching in awe at how the flames took down the tree. That's when one of the LED bulbs was exposed to the flame and broke. A spark was emitted from the three onto everything in the nearby vicinity. Now the fire was an electrical fire and could not be put out by water by anyone close or they would get electrocuted. Poor Auntie didn't know this and was pretty shocked upon learning this when she tried to pour water on the tree.

Poot's mom carried her and her sister out of the house and into the street. Other families came out and saw the house ablaze. Still the song was playing. "It's the hap-happiest season of all!"

I guess you could say that Christmas was pretty lit.