A/N: Beta'd by Spliced-Up-Angel.

It was fair to say that Scott Davis disliked Christmas.

No, actually, he loathed the holiday.

It started he was five. Like any other child of his age, Scott was a stanch believer in Santa Claus then. He counted the days to Christmas with eager anticipation, he sang Christmas songs, he made sure he was a good boy. No more pranks, no more back talking. Scott, the former trouble maker, was suddenly a perfect little angel in first grade and at home.

The night before Christmas, Scott made sure to get a good night sleep and went to bed early, so he was prepared to wake up as soon as the sun rise and open all of his presents Santa was sure to bring him because he had been such a good boy.

Scott was sure to wake up his pappy that Christmas morning and run as fast as his little feet would take him to the living room where all his presents-

"Socks? All Santa got me were socks?" Scott asked in disappointment.

"You'll be grateful for those socks when you're outside in twenty degree weather!" His grandfather told him in a stern voice, turning back to look back at his young grandson. Scott's face was crest-fallen. Frowning and sniffling, the boy tried his best to hold back his tears. Mr. Davis sighed and sat down on his worn out sofa and beckoned his grandson over to sit in his lap, "Sorry, kid. This year's been hard. Pappy couldn't get you everything you wanted."

"But Santa-"

"Listen, kid," Mr. Davis said, waving his weathered finger in the air at him, "There ain't no such thing as Santey Claus. I might as well let you know now."

So, Scott was horrified when he learned that Dawn loved Christmas as much as he hated it.

Seriously, his girlfriend could be Santa's little helper the way she acts so enthusiastic about the upcoming holiday.

Which meant no more heckling carollers, or putting whoopee cushions in Santa's chair at the mall, which Scott reluctantly obeyed. This was because his Moonbeam always somehow found a way to worm her way in his life, and maybe even his heart, even though Scott would never admit it.

"Isn't it beautiful, Scott?" Dawn said with her big, bright blue eyes beaming at the Christmas lights, the decorations, and the freshly fallen snow in their hometown.

"Not really," Scott scoffed unimpressed, folding his arms over and scowling.

"You're kidding me, right?" Dawn peered up at her boyfriend and gasped as she read his aura, "You aren't joking. But how could you not like Christmas, Scott?" His girlfriend replied, letting go off his hand and stop walking.

"Just don't," was Scott's simple answer. He shrugged and took her dainty hand into his larger one with what he hoped seemed cool ease. He didn't want Dawn to realize how much he missed the warm of her hand. And they started walking again joining back together with the busy traffic of holiday shoppers on the main street of town.

"This is our first Christmas together and I'll make it your best Christmas ever! By December twenty-fifth, you'll love Christmas! I'll guarantee it, Scott Davis."

He never knew one little girl could be so persistent.

The following days Dawn had made him decorate a tree, build snow man, sing Christmas songs, and watch stupid Christmas movies together. To Dawn's dismay, it only seemed make Scott dislike Christmas more. But he didn't realize she still had one last trick up her sleeve.

December twenty-fifth, Scott stood outside her doorstep step, holding a gift he spent way too much time picking out for his liking. Even if he didn't like Christmas, that was no reason to ruin her holiday. He knew Dawn was upset about her family not being able to make it home for Christmas and the fact that she wasn't able to get Scott to realize "the happiness and magic that filled the world the world this time of year".

Scott wore his new wool forest-green jacket, a present from Dawn. She insisted the wool inside the coat would keep him warm and it brought out his eyes. Even with the jacket, he was freezing. It was snowing heavily outside and he could hear the kids across the street playing in the. He already rang the doorbell ten minutes ago and was thinking of just heading home. Okay, she had five more minutes, than he was definitely leaving.

When the door finally opened, Scott's jaw dropped to the floor.

Dawn wore a skimpy little Santa Claus outfit; a tiny cherry red dress, trimmed in white fur on the bottom and top, a black belt in the middle, black gloves, black boots and a matching red hat tipped to the side with white fur. In the background he could hear Santa Baby playing, in one arm she held mistletoe over their heads and the other holding a tray of Christmas goodies.

Scott smirked devilishly and closed the door behind them thinking maybe Christmas wasn't so bad after all.

A/N: Dedicated to everyone who reviewed and favorited my other Dawn/Scott stories and requested more!

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