Author's note: The setting of this story will be in the classic Blood Gulch, with the original cast. The way it should be. Enjoy.

It was seemingly another typical day in Blood Gulch, and Grif and Simmons were standing on the top of their base, looking out into the currently snowy landscape they had gotten used to.

"Hey," Grif said.

"Yeah?" Simmons replied.

"You ever wonder if we're going to actually spend Christmas here?"

"What do you mean? We always spend Christmas here."

"Yeah, but I mean like actually celebrate it. You know, with parties, and presents, and stuff like that. Like back home."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess you have a point. For once it would be nice to enjoy a Christmas without Sarge yelling at us or having us run off to attack the Blues."

Just then, Donut and Lopez ran up to them: "Hey, guys! Have you seen Sarge anywhere?" Donut asked.

"No, why?" Simmons asked.

"Lopez and I have been looking for him all over the base, but we can't find him anywhere."

"Huh, that's weird," Grif said, "It's not like Sarge to just leave without getting the rest of us."

"Actually it kinda is, you're just too ignorant to notice," Lopez said in Spanish.

"I know, right, Lopez?" Grif said.

"Huh," Simmons said, "I wonder what Sarge IS doing?"

"Probably trying to blow the shit out of something that's blue." Grif said, "Like he always does."

In truth, Sarge was currently on his way towards the Blue base, singing his own version of a Christmas song: "Jingle Bells. Shotgun shells, Blasting all the way…"

After a few minutes, he arrived at the hill overlooking the Blue base.

"Attention Blue team!" he yelled, "This is Super Colonel Sarge of the Red team. I am here to make a proposition."

Down at the Blues' base, Caboose saw Sarge and yelled to the others: "Uhhh, guys. There's a Red outside and standing on our hill; he wants to make prepositions with us. Can I shoot him?"

"No, not yet," Church answered, "Let's figure out what he wants first."

"But he's on our hill," Caboose argued.

"No one gives a shit about the hill, Caboose." Tucker said.

"Says the guy who has a relationship with a rock," Tex said.

"SHUT UP!" Tucker snapped.

"Come on," Church said, annoyed, "Let's just ask him what he wants."

Church and the other Blues went up to the rampart of their base, to see where Caboose was pointing. Church, upon seeing Sarge, sighed in frustration.

"Let me guess," he shouted over to Sarge, "You want to line us up on the wall and kill us one by one."

"As entertaining as that would be," Sarge replied, "I actually have a better idea that will be nice for us both."

"Oh yeah, like what?"

"Recently, I was going through my old war books, trying to find a way to kick your collective, blue-hued asses in style. But then I found a story about a time during a different war from a long time ago, one where the two enemy armies stopped fighting and joined together for a day in the spirit of Christmas. It was called the Christmas Truce."

"Just get to the point," Tex demanded.

"What I'm trying to say is that, in honor of that day, I'm willing to do the same thing. Both teams can come together and we have our own celebration. That talk of peace with you Blues tasted like shit coming out of my mouth, but right now I don't care."

"It certainly would be nice to have a break," Tucker said to the other Blues.

"I agree with Tucker." Church said, "I say we take him up on the offer."

"What if it's a trap?" Tex asked.

"Well, there's only one of him, and his team isn't exactly competent enough to be stealthy. I don't think it's a trap. Let's just take him up on the offer and see what happens."

Caboose was the first to respond to Sarge: "Alright, Red! Let's make prepositions! Uh, what's a preposition?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Sarge asked.

"What Caboose is TRYING to say…" Church said before Caboose could respond, "is that we accept your offer for a truce."

"Well, alright then," Sarge replied, "I'll go get the other Reds and fill em in on what's going to happen, the rest of you can meet us at the center of the canyon. We'll meet in 10 minutes." And with that, Sarge ran back towards Red base.

"That was…" Tex began.

"Weird." Church finished.

"Well, you guys heard him," said Tucker, "Let's go meet then in the center of the canyon."

"I still want to know what prepositions are." Caboose said.

Ten minutes later

Both Blue and Red teams finally met in the center ring of the canyon.

"So let me get this straight," Grif said, "Sarge, the most murder happy soldier of everyone else here, came over to make a truce with you guys so we can celebrate the holidays?

"Yup," Tucker replied, "That pretty much sums it up."

"Weird. I never thought Sarge would be the one for peace, even if it was temporary." Simmons said.

"I may not always be one for peace," Sarge agreed, "But I ALWAYS respect military traditions. They're the best kind of tradition. One Christmas, when I was younger, my pappy gave me my first shotgun. I spent the rest of that day killing enough deer to feed my family for an entire year."

"THAT definitely sounds like Sarge," Donut said.

"So, what's the plan, guys?" Tucker asked.

"Well, I was going to say Church and I, being the leaders of the teams, talk amongst each other to plan out a few celebration ideas," Sarge said, "Then we all get together and do said ideas."

"If I'm being honest," Church said, "That's actually not a bad idea."

"Of course it isn't," Sarge said, "Now come on, Church. Let's go behind that rock and discuss things in private."

"Well, okay then. You better not shoot me back there." Church said.

"Of course not. That would be a direct violation of the Christmas Truce." Sarge said, leading Church behind the nearby rock formation.

"I'm not sure if I should be excited or nervous for what they come up with." Simmons said.

"The way I see it," Tucker said, "You gotta just expected the most random shit ever to happen."

"Well, that's comforting," Grif said sarcastically.

"I'm not too worried," Caboose said, "I'm sure that whatever happens, we all have fun and make lots of prepositions together."

"Are you seriously still hooked up on that, Caboose?!" Tucker said.

"What?" Caboose said, "I'm just sayin."

"Well, whatever happens." Grif said, "I'm sure it can't be all THAT bad. Right?"

Little did Grif know was that he was about to eat those words.