Holidays

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Characters: Dan Fritche (Columbus Blue Jackets) and my personal favorite everybody’s favorite drunken German Christoph Schubert (Ottawa Senators).

 

Disclaimer: don’t own any of the players cause if I did well I’d be doing naughty stuff to them every damn day. So yea story line my idear, players well I had nutin to do with them but I would just like to take this moment to thank their parents for getting freaky all those years ago!!!!

Rating: prolly like pg-13

 

Btw the CD they’re talking bout was done last season by the Columbus Blue Jackets for charity…its amazing and really funny, if u’ve heard it u know wat I’m tlkin bout if not well u’r missing out!!!! So of course this takes place in December or so of 2006 so last December in Ottawa….ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

<> = German

Danny’s POV

 

“I wanna listing to it again.”

 

“No way Christoph.”

 

“But its so cute!”

 

I groaned I knew getting him one of those CDs would be a bad idea. Anytime he gets a new CD he listens to it constenly for about 3 days, usually I don’t mind except this time was some of my teammates and I made a Christmas CD for charity well a holiday CD but its the same thing. “On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me a Stanley Cup Victory.”

 

“You know your accent makes that sound even weirder than normal.”

 

“You know Johnny and Freddy and Manny and Shelly. Fritche and Ole and Pasy and CHIM-dog. But do you recall the famous rein-oaf!”

 

I laughed as Christoph glared up at me from the floor. I pushed him off the couch to stop his singing. I’m sure he sounded great in German instead of accented English. Though I shouldn’t say that he really did have a great voice. “If I let you back up here, you promise not to sing anymore. Or at least not to sing anything if its not German.”

 

“I promise.”

 

Christoph stood up and laid back on the couch, his back pressed against my chest. “<jingle bell jingle bell jingle bell rock…you better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout I’m tell you why…frosty the snowman thumpitty thump thump thumpitty thump tump look at Pasy go- oaf!...owwww>”

 

“I knew it.”

 

“Knew what?”

 

“That you were singing those songs.”

 

“But you said I could sing in German.”

 

“You know what I meant. Sing all you want in English or German just please not those songs.”

 

“Ok I promise for real this time.”

 

I laughed letting him back on the couch. After struggling to get the remote from him I could finally put on the travel channel. “Ohhh right here. They are doing thing on Straubing, my hometown.”

 

I felt Christoph relax against me but more so than usual, when he started sniffing I got worried. “You ok hunny?”

 

“Yeah I miss home a little.”

 

“Oh, well that makes sense. I would too if I couldn’t see my family whenever I wanted.”

 

We settled into the couch, me focused on the show; Christoph being homesick. “You have a beautiful hometown.”

 

“Ja, it really is. This summer you come get specialized tour?”

 

“You want me to go back to Germany with you?”

 

“If you want to.”

 

I realized I had started to cry when Christoph turned around with a tissue in his hand wiping away my tears. “I go get you started on German food. I make Schubie Schnitzel and Apple Strudel ja?”

 

“Whatever you want.”

 

I really don’t know how he stays so thin with all he eats and drinks for that matter. Probably about two hours later he came out of the kitchen covered in flour. “Hungry?”

 

I laughed and followed him into this kitchen. I’m pretty sure I can honestly say I’ve never eaten so much or such good food. “So this is why Germans have such big bellies.”

 

“Hey.” Christoph called out hitting my arm. “Not all of us.”

 

“True, you don’t. You got a sexy washboard tummy.”

 

We sat there for what seemed like hours until McGrattan, Emery, Vermette and Spezza came barging through the door. “I smell SCHUBIE SCHNITZEL!!” Brian yelled.

 

“We brought beer Schubie.” Jason called out.

 

“I think you have started without me.”

 

“Of course we have. We already know your gonna out drink all of us with your beer bottle lined stomach. So to save us from being stupid and challenging you to a drinking contest we figured we’d get drunk before hand.” Ray said.

 

Christoph then turned to Antoine who just shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t look at me to say something stupid, I’m the DD.”

 

“Well DD get the SDs home.” Christoph told Antoine.

 

I smiled gratefully at him, he knew how much I hated being around drunks. Sure I had a drink once in a while but I didn’t drink like most NHLers. “Ok see you at practice Schubie. Nice to see you again Danny.”

 

“See ya Vermy.”

 

“Bye Antoine.”

 

“But but but what about the schnitzel?” Brian said, I could swear he was about to cry over not getting schnitzel; not that I could blame him.

 

“I promise Ernie I’ll make some more and bring it to practice.”

 

Finally they all left and I could cuddle with Christoph on the couch. “Oh the weather outside is frightful but the fire is so delightful and since we’ve no place to go let it snow let snow let is snow.”

 

“Christoph!”

 

“Silver bells silver bells here them ring here them ring its Christmas time in the city.”

 

“Christoph!!”

 

“All the other reindeer used to laugh and call him names…like Red Wing… oaf owie!! You big ol’ meanie… LETS LISTAIN TO IT AGAIN!!!”

 

“NO!!!!!!!!”