A thunk from the living room of the Curtis house made the youngest member of the house hold open his eyes. Pony's eyes flashed over to Soda to see if the older male had woken as well. The almighty snore that he gave, told him that he didn't hear anything, that that it was all that surprising. Looking over at the clock it was almost 3 in the morning, more than likely it was just Steve or Johnny. Getting up he decided to check because if it was Johnny, it meant that he had gotten beaten again.

Groaning a little he walked quietly out of his room trying not to bother the owner of the noise, since Steve was never in a good mood when he got kicked out. Not that Steve was ever in a good mood to Pony, but that's not the point.

Getting to the end of the hall he peaked around only to have his mouth pop open. Standing under the mistletoe was Darry and someone dressed as Santa Clause and they weren't just talking. Darry had his strong arms wrapped around "Santa" and the other had his fingers wrapped in Darry's messy hair. One of Darry's hands slipped down and grabbed the males ass making him moan into the taller males mouth.

Darry broke away and kissed "Santa's" neck moving the fake beard out of the way. The other male moaned again and dug his fingers into Darry's shoulders. Pony saw his older brother smile and go back to kissing "Santa". The hand that wasn't on the slighter males ass moved its way up to his head and intertwined his fingers in the males hair. His blond hair. Pony's mouth dropped open and he backed up and leaned against the wall digesting what that meant. There was only one greaser in the gang that had that blond of hair.

"Darry, take me to the bedroom," A voice that was all Dally said.

Pony freaked a little and then quietly ran back to his and Soda's room. When he flopped back into bed the other occupant groan and turned over.

"Where were you?" A sleepy Soda groaned.

"Bathroom,"

"Kay," Soda said and tossed his arm over Pony and fell back asleep.

The small male laid there and listened to the other males foot steps going to Darry's bedroom. Grabbing his pillow he shoved it over his head so he didn't accidentally hear anything.

~*~*~*~Next morning~*~*~*~

"Pony I swear to god I will kill you if you don't knock it off," Darry heard his younger brother yell.

"Never," Pony responded.

"What are they going on about?" Dally said, raising his eyebrows.

"Ponyboy," Soda yelled and a few seconds later ran into the kitchen and sat down, covering his ears.

"What is going on in this house this morning?" Darry asked, looking at Soda.

"Ask him," Soda said, pointing to Pony who walked him humming.

"What are you doing to our brother?" Darry asked.

"Just humming a song I have stuck in my head,"

"Over and over,"

"Not my fault,"

"You're the one humming it,"

Pony smiled and started humming again.

"That song is so stupid anyway and what if it makes me sad? Huh?"

"Just replace that part with Darry then," Pony smiled even bigger.

"What song are you talking about anyway?" Dally asked, raising an eyebrow.

"So you want me to think the song is "I saw Darry kissing Santa Clause?"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth Darry and Dally both choked on what they were drinking, making Pony's grin widen.

"Yea that sounds about right," Pony said.

"You are one odd little person, Santa don't exist ya know,"

"Fix it to your liking then," Pony rolled his eyes at him.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Dally and Darry staring at him.

"You're the one that's good at those things, not me, you fix it,"

"Fine, hmm how about, I saw Darry kissing someone dressed like Santa?" He rested his chin on his hand.

"I don't think that would make a very good song," Soda made a face at that.

"Well the rest of the song mentions mistletoe so its all in the spirit of fun,"

"Maybe,"

"Well unless they take it to the bedroom," Pony said, smirking.

A red blush was on Darry's cheeks.

"What a hell of a Christmas song there Pony,"

"Or a hell of a night,"

"What are you talking about?" Soda raised an eyebrow at him.

Pony just smiled and shook his head. "Nothing at all Soda, nothing at all,"

"Just stop humming that damn song,"

"No,"

Soda huffed. "Darry," He turned to his older brother. "Why are you so red?"

"Don't you have to get ready for work or something?"

"Oh shit, I do," And he hopped up and ran out of the kitchen.

Pony got up as well and got a glass out of the cabinet.

"I don't even have to assume that you saw something last night do I?" Darry said, making Ponyboy smirk lightly as he got some chocolate milk.

"What ever are you talking about Dare?" He sat back at the table.

"You know what I'm talking about you,"

"Yea I do and yes I did see you last night,"

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"It's none of my business who you kiss," Pony shrugged.

Darry smiled at him and Dally smiled a bit too.

"Why the Santa suit though?"

Darry shrugged. "Something different,"

"And I saw Darry kissing someone in a Santa suit underneath the mistletoe last niiiiight,"

Pony started laughing so hard he almost fell out of his chair.

"Sodapop Patrick Curtis,"

~*~*~*~*~*~Authors note~*~*~*~*~*~

Random and kinda stupid I know, but I was flipping thorough the radio the other day and "I saw mommy kissing santa claus" came on and since the outsiders are always on my mind, this came up.

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And if I don't post something else tonight or tomorrow, I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving ^^