The holiday season in New York City, New York. Where the streets are crowded with people doing Christmas shopping, planning a fun snow day, ice skating at Rockefeller Center, watching the annual Christmas tree lighting, seeing the famous Radio City Music Hall Rockettes perform and heading to the airport to fly to someplace warm, sunny and tropical to avoid suffering in the icy cold grasp of winter's wrath. A 14 year old girl with choppy short black hair hidden in a red and black knitted hat, sporting a shiny red metallic catsuit underneath a black trench coat lined with crimson plush fabric from the inside, warm black gloves, black boots with red laces, a fluffy black scarf and a red and black split eyemask divided by rhinestones. Her name is Roxanne or "Roxy" for short. She was dragging a Christmas tree she bought since the tree salesman who sold the tree to her rudely rejected to deliver it to where she and her partner live. (Talk about a real life grinch.) Along with the tree, she had several wrapped presents in tow on top of the tree which is tied up in a burlap sack. "Stupid, good for nothing salesman didn't bother to help." She angrily muttered to herself as she dragged the presents and Christmas tree through the bustling, snow covered and occasionally ice lined streets. She made it to a somewhat run-down apartment complex with some of Blind Al's help. Using her remaining strength, she kicked the door open to be greeted by her partner, the Regenerate Degenerate, the Merc with a Mouth, Deadpool. "Welcome back, Roxzilla." She smiled a bit when he gave her that nickname. "How was your day out?" She collapsed on the couch with exhaustion shivering slightly from the cold. "Awful, I went to the mall where I was stuck in a line for two stinkin' hours to get the presents wrapped and when I got the Christmas tree lot to buy our tree, this jerkface Christmas tree salesman didn't bother to help me to carry this tree here and I had to drag it all the way here with no help at all!" She said feeling exasperated of today's events. She then gave a weak half smile, "Blind Al helped me out a bit." He handed her a chimichanga with a candy cane sticking out. "Here, it's a Christmas chimichanga." She took the Mexican wrap from him and began eating the candy cane first. "You're the best, Wade."

So the the dysfunctional team started to decorate the Christmas tree of their dreams.
Little did they know, that their holiday fun will soon burst at the seams by a very mean man with a very malicious plan.

Deadpool: "Yo author! What did I just say?! Cut it out with the Christmas rhyming! Are you planning to turn this fanfiction into a ridiculously cheesy Christmas story like the Charlie Brown Christmas Special?!
Me: "You, I'm ignoring. It's my fanfiction and I do what I want! Also that rhyme was very difficult for me to think of."