Another Kimblee Christmas

Twus the day of Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring…
Kimblee unlocked the door and opened it, dropping the key under the mat.
…Except for Kimblee.
Kimblee looked around, raising his eyebrow, slowly walking into the living room.
Kimblee pranced back and forth through the house, buzzing like a bumblebee.
He looked here, he looked there, he looked just about everywhere
But he couldn't find the voice, speaking with such a flair.
"Flair?  Really?  Are you that desperate for rhymes?"
"Oh shut up.  I'm a novelist, not a poet."
Kimblee looked up at the exposed rafters, seeing two pairs of legs dangling down.  "Twi…"
Twi poked her head down, her long purple hair falling out from behind her ear.  She blinked a couple of times with her one visible eye and went back to narrating.  Kimblee rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen.
Atop the rafters, there arose a clatter
But Kimblee ignored it, and did not fetch a ladder.
And he stalked the house searching for mistletoe on doorframes lit
For this year, he did not desire a kiss underneath it.
Far too many kisses have been forced upon him this year
Though we enjoyed his few kisses he graced us with, and that is his fear:
With one kiss comes two, than three, than four
And then we shall pin him to the floor.
"Wait, you guys got kisses?"
"Weezy…"
"Why hasn't this happened when I'm around?"
"You're around?"
"Point taken."
"Can I continue with my narration now?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"No, no, no." Kimblee said.  "Stop it." He snapped his fingers and pointed at the ground.  "Off.  I'll catch you."
Twi dropped down first.  She was wearing her ordinary outfit, a hoodie with the sides cut so they showed off just a bit of her hips, reaching down in a point in the middle and faded bell bottom jeans.  Kimblee noted that she recently died her hair, the light purple brighter than normal, the darker ends of her hair seeming even darker.  He put her down on the ground and patted her head.
The next girl dropped down.  Kimblee caught her, glanced at her head and held her at arm's length for inspection.  She had blue hair tied into twin tails, tied with a bright red ribbon.  She was wearing a red shirt with some witty saying on it, a leather vest over it.  She had on black baggy pants that Kimblee was told was associated with the gothic fashion with a red pleated skirt over it.  He stared at her.  "I'm sorry, who are you?"
"Aw, you forgot about me?"
"I'm pretty sure no one could forget you." He pulled on her blue hair.
"Should I pants you?"
Kimblee dropped her.  "Oh, it's the Weasel." He didn't recognize her with her hair that style.  Weezy tried to tug his pants down, but Kimblee planted his foot on her forehead, pushing her away from his belt.  "You're the reason I had to wear two pairs of underwear."
"And a speedo that one time.  Wait, had?  Only one underwear now?" Weezy stretched out her fingers, grasping the air near his crotch.
"I thought you ran away."
"No, I'm still here.  I just don't visit or talk."
"I like the not talking."
Weezy grabbed Kimblee's foot, moving her face around it and stuck her tongue out.
"I thought you didn't like skirts." Kimblee commented, looking at her outfit.
"It's not a skirt, it's a kilt."
"It's a skirt." Twi said.  "You're a girl, it's a skirt."
Weezy opened her mouth, but Kimblee hoisted her onto his shoulder, covering her mouth to stop her words.  "So where's those other two?"
"You really don't like them." Twi said, noting the distasteful tone in his voice.
"They made out with me."
"Whoa-whoa-what!" Weezy moved his hand away from her mouth.  "People not only kissed you, but made out with you!"
"We kiss him a lot."
"No you don't." Kimblee groaned.
"Why aren't I here when this happens?"
"If you're here more often, it'll happen more for you."
"I have school as well as prestigious art." Weezy stuck her finger under her nose, forming a mustache.
"I have college and spend my days writing fanfiction and porn, but I stay here just to talk with my lovely Mia."
"Where is the terrible Mia?" Kimblee asked, looking around.
"She and Namori are upstairs, comparing pin-ups."
"Of whom?"
"Three guesses." Twi said.
"Hint:  Look in this room." Weezy completed.
Kimblee's eyes flicked over the two of them.  "Mia's drawing Weezy, Namori's drawing Twi."
"How'd you get that?" Twi asked.  It was wrong, of course.  They were drawing Kimblee.
"Easy.  Namori would be drawing you because the two of you have big boobs, and by contrast, Weezy and Mia have small boobs." Kimblee caught a shoe flying at his head, turning towards the stairs.  "Happy Christmas, Mia."
"My boobs—" Mia took the shoe from his hand "—are not—" she smacked his head with the shoe "—small.  They are average, and that should be the word you use when describing then." The last part was directed at Twi.  Kimblee glanced at the young girl who stole far too many kisses from him.  Her waist length black hair was tied in a loose ponytail showing more of her festive red and white knee-length dress.  Her hazel eyes glared at Twi, obviously directed towards her writings.
Twi sighed.  "So you've said, and said, and said.  But I'm still right.  They are small.  But that doesn't matter!  This conversation isn't Christmas-y…We need to do fun, Christmas-y stuff.  Because it's Christmas!"
"We can make cookies!" Namori chimed in.  Namori's hair was braided, the brown and red streaked hair curving around itself.  She was wearing a red sweater that dipped down to show her dark shoulders.  Kimblee glanced at her large butt, noticing how her jeans hung low on her wide hips.  He then realized he was staring, and looked at the wall.
"Cookies!" Weezy cheered, skipping to the kitchen.
"No, that's been done." Mia said, pulling Weezy back down onto the couch.  "I don't want to repeat past events."
"But cookies…"
"I'd rather not deal with the Weasel on sugar." Kimblee said.
Weezy turned to Mia, her lips locked into a pout.
Mia looked at her.  "She makes a good argument…"
"She's just making a face." Kimblee said.  "It can't be that convincing."
Weezy turned and looked at Kimblee.  Kimblee shifted a bit as he stared at her.  "Fine.  Namori and Mia can make cookies."
"Why not us?" the other two girls said.
"You two will decorate the tree." Kimblee jabbed his thumb at the tree hiding in the corner, branches bare of decorations.
"And what will you do?" Mia asked.
"I'll supervise." He clapped his hands, the sound echoing throughout the room.  "Get to work!"
Namori and Mia skipped off to the kitchen, making chocolate chip cookies and fending off the attacks of Twi and Weezy as they dashed into the kitchen for sugar, chocolate chips, and cookie dough.  They slapped them away with a wooden spoon to the knuckles, but their attacks were persistent.  It would've escalated to a war, the two of them wielding broken candy canes to combat the spatulas, but Kimblee interfered.  He set up a fire for Twi, keeping her distracted for the rest of the day.  She poked and prodded the fire, coaxing flames from smoldering coals.  Weezy took on tree duty, Kimblee watching over her.  Every time her bright green eyes glanced down to the kitchen, Kimblee whacked her head, directing her attention to the tree.  Soon, nearly every inch of the tree that Weezy could reach had bright orbs dangling from it.  Kimblee picked her up so she could reach the higher branches, and soon the tree was complete.
"It looks great." Mia said.  They dimmed the lights so the tree shone brighter and stared at it, enjoying a dinner of cookies.
"Thanks for everything, Mr. Kimblee." Namori said with a warm smile.
Kimblee smiled.  "It's nothing.  You all can be enjoyable when you're nice."
"We need to thank you." Weezy said, inhaling the last of the cookie.
Kimblee froze, glancing at the three girls at his side.  "Where's Twi?"
The lights flickered off.
When they came back on, Kimblee was on his stomach, Weezy latched onto his legs, her cheek resting on his butt. Mia wrapped her arms around his stomach, her chin on his back.  Namori held his head to her stomach, his hair tie tied around her throat.  Twi was lying in front of them, holding a camera.
"No!" Kimblee yelled.
"This'll be an awesome card!" Twi said, snapping the photo.