Santa's Lap

Part First

Dream

Well, it's a Christmas special… I just hope it's not so cliché and well, y'know; I want it to be good. And look it! Instead of chapitre it's 'part'. I did 'part' because it's like one whole event at once but divided. There's that countdown thing again (like in Boo) and it'll start four days away from Christmas – including Christmas day. So five parts, got it?

Note: This first part is like, Sakura. Not really Sakura's point of view, but more like looking from the eyes of Sakura. I suck at first person so I couldn't do it. Oh, you'll understand.

Disclaimer: Tsubasa was never mine. I'd be rich if it were. – Cue evil cackle here – Heh.

Summary: Two of them were Santa, the other two children that gave Santa their wish. Each one looks at Christmas differently and of course the person on their lap or person they're sitting on.

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With the red, fluffy hat she sat down on Santa's lap, smiling childishly. The first words she said was "Merry Christmas, Santa." Santa, who was rather skinny for a real one, smiled back and laughed a merry laugh, followed by a "And a Merry Christmas to you too, my dear."

She turned red the moment she shifted in Santa's lap, thumbs twiddling. She glanced up at Santa nervously, unsure of what her wish would be. But the man, jolly and gay, sat there patiently on the velvet chair in the middle of room, decorated with Christmas decorations; hollies and bells, ribbons and miniature light bulbs and poinsettia. "Take your time, dear," he whispered so no other kid could hear, "Santa is always patient."

The girl just laughed sheepishly, shifting again before looking straight into Santa's amber eyes. Her own emerald eyes seemed to bore into the orbs, dazed for a moment until she heard children outside shouting. She immediately snapped out of her small trance to lean forward, moving strands of chocolate hair that fell out of the huge hat away from Santa's ear. She played with Santa's snow white beard unconsciously and whispered,

"Santa, sometimes I dream of…"

The old man gave a rather confused look for the girl began stuttering in the middle of her wish, glancing down at the carpeted floor with reindeer and snowmen sewn onto the material. "What was that, dearest? Old Santa needs children to speak up louder; sadly I'm losing my hearing."

She giggled at the comment, leaning forward closer and clearing her throat. The emerald eyed girl whispered her wish again into the pale ear tainted red at the edges from the coldness.

"Santa, sometimes I dream of this amber eyed boy with the most magnificent, unruly chocolate hair. I… want to see him for Christmas, underneath the mistletoe for once."

Santa opened his mouth to speak but the girl held up her index finger up to her pale lips and whispered, "Shh!" The old man laughed again happily, patting the girl on the back with his gloved hands.

"Of course, dearest; I won't tell anyone your wish."

Her eyes seemed to plead, asking Santa if he would really keep his promise, as if they were saying "Santa, if you lie to me, you're going on the bad list."

His amber eyes closed while he chuckled, this time the laugh more childish and higher. "I promise," he whispered in his natural voice right in front of the girl's face, "that I won't tell anyone, Sakura-hime."

The girl's face went bright when Santa whispered her name like that. Before she could question him, Santa pulled off his hat and tugged at the fake beard plastered onto his face with a lopsided grin.

"Do you really want to see that boy of your dreams, Sakura-hime?" The girl couldn't move due to shock; she knew that the eyes looked familiar, and the chocolate hair seemed out of place – every Santa was bald.

So she nodded, simply nodded, placing her hand on her lap like a good girl would. Santa smiled at her and, with a final tug to get the beard off, he held up mistletoe that he pulled out from his back pocket right above their heads, dangling it slightly before placing his lips lightly on hers.

He pulled away quickly, amber eyes bright and merry.

"Merry Christmas, Sakura-hime."

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Countdown: Four More Days Till Christmas

Part First done; I hope it didn't suck. I just wanted to keep it short and simple. Short, sweet and to the point. You know, I think this is like an actual AU-ish story on their part. Syaoran would never do anything like that, and I think Sakura seemed too off-character; too childish if you ask me. But then again, this was done in a day so… Forgive me. – Sigh –

Next up is Part Second; Syaoran's chapitre, entitled 'Desire'. Then it's Fai and Kurogane.

I would like a few reviews, y'know? I don't really get Christmas gifts so reviews from you guys should be enough... Come on, please? – Sniffles – Help the poor teenager here!

Well, until the next day, farewell!

-Muffinizer, mew