Hi. @ObliviaSparkleberry again. I may as well have just done this on my account but oh well.

I don't think my sister @AwesomeNird has the ability to write anything...except English essays but she only does those under duress.

Anyway...

Jason's POV

It's the evening on Christmas Day and we're handing out the last of the presents. Percy's handing Nico a present wrapped in sloppy black paper with little skeleton elves all over it. Everyone's made an effort to personalise the gifts, even Leo. His gag gifts all relate to something about us. Although giving Percy a bottle of water didn't end so well...

Piper's wearing the headband I gave her last night and the Cherokee book I gave her this morning rests in pride of place on her bed. She tried to tape it up on the ceiling but Will decided it was too much of a safety hazard.

"Right," Leo's nicked one of Calypso's baskets to put a heap of little boxes in and he's dumped it on the table. "Time for the real presents, people!"

"Isn't that my basket?" Calypso looks suspicious.

"Ummm...yes? But I thought you wouldn't mind...what's mine is yours and all that?" 

Calypso rolls her eyes. "I give up."

Percy grins at Nico. "The receipt's in there as well, just in case it's not your type."

Everyone gives him warning looks as Nico opens the paper carefully. He pulls out a loud Hawaiian shirt like Poseidon would wear.

"You will rot in the pits of the Underworld," he tells Percy darkly.

"Been there, done that, got the T-shirt!" Percy grabs Thalia's black Sharpie and quickly scribbles a message about being in Tartarus and wishing you were here on one of the shirts Calypso gave him. He wrestles it on over his Camp Half-Blood shirt and spreads his hands, like ta-da!

Annabeth grins and rolls her eyes.

..............

We're eating dinner and something really weird is happening. I actually remembered to wear my glasses for once and I think something is wrong with them because my food looks blue when I wear them. 

I take them off again and frown - my slice of Yule log is normal colour, but when I put my glasses back on it turns a violent shade of powder blue. Everyone on the table is dying of laughter, especially Hazel and Percy. I vaguely remember from his Christmas wish list that he wanted someone to play a prank on me.

I cut into my cake and it explodes in my face with the same smell as what we used to wrap Leo's presents - toothpaste bomb.

"Right," I say. "That's it. This is some kind of prank, is it?" I try to muster as much authority as I can with a face splattered with chocolate pudding and toothpaste. After being praetor, this is a surprising amount.

Percy cracks up again. "Sorry, man," he says through tears of laughter. "Gods, the look on your face though!"