Author's Note: This is a special Christmas present to all my
Beetleborg fan friends on Facebook. Enjoy!  Christmas Comes to
Hillhurst. Or: "Too Much Tinsel, Rags For Brains!"  "Grandma got
runover by a reindeer. Walking home from our house Christmas
eve. You can say-"  "Will you knock off that....that Chriswith
singing?" Mums grumbled at the youngest Beetleborg as she began
the hundredth rendition of the song since arriving at Hillhurst
that morning. With no enemies to fight while Les Fortunes was on
strike due to the holiday and no school, hero and monster alike
had time on their hands.  "Listen to him, leedle morsel,"
Fangula advised. "The life you save may be your own."  Jo huffed
and threw herself into an armchair. "What a bunch of Scrooges
you guys are. Didn't you learn anything from last year? Look at
this place. No lights, no tree. Not even any presents.  "Ah and
now ve arrive at ze crux of ze matter," Flabber morphed into
Sigmund Freud and looked over his spectacles at the young girl.
"And vhat are yo