A/N: Okay so this is my first "Person Of Interest" fic. It's more of a fun one than it is a serious one. If you like it, then awesome. If you hate it, then oh well. I can't please everyone. Moving on, I hope you enjoy this first chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harold Finch.

"This is the message of Christmas: We are never alone." ~Taylor Caldwell

Seven year old Harold Finch was sleeping peacefully in his bed when suddenly a noise from downstairs, woke him up. Reaching for his eye glasses on the nightstand, Harold quietly got out of bed. Although he was terrified, he had to go see who or what was in his home, but not before grabbing something to defend himself with. Not that he'd actually attack anyone. It was just to scare away who or whatever it was in his home. Harold just wasn't the violent type. Without thinking, he grabbed the first thing he saw. A plastic toy golf club.

Tiptoeing ever so quietly down the stairs with his toy golf club in his hands, Harold was startled to see a large man in a red and white suit. The man was taking gifts out of a red bag and placing them under the Christmas tree in the living room. Harold knew who the man was. It was Santa Claus, obviously. But what he didn't know was how Santa had found his home. He never gave him his address and was certain his parents hadn't either.

Suddenly he felt his feet moving closer to the man. STOP! His mind silently shouted, but it was as though his feet had a mind of their own. They kept moving, until Harold was just mere inches away from Santa.

"Santa," he croaked. His voice suddenly felt dry and raspy. If only he had gotten a drink from the glass of water that was sitting on his nightstand before going downstairs. "Santa," he spoke a little more clearer and louder. He jumped back when Santa turned and greeted him.

"Why little Harold Finch," Santa smiled at the boy. "isn't it past your bedtime." He reached over to tousle the boy's hair.

Harold dodged Santa's hand.

"How did you find me," he ignored Santa's question.

Santa let out one of his world famous jolly laughs. Although Harold didn't admit it, the laugh terrified him. He shuddered at the sound of it.

"I know where everyone lives," Santa answered.

"But I never gave you my address and neither did my parents," said Harold. He was really confused.

Santa let out another laugh. Harold really wished he would stop doing that. He convinced that he would be traumatized for the rest of his life if he heard that laugh one more time.

"There was no need for it. I already had it. I have everyone's address," Santa was now helping himself to the plate of sugar cookies and glass of milk on the coffee table. Harold had thought his parents left the cookies and milk out just for the fun of it. He never thought Santa would actually show up at his house. He politely declined when Santa offered him a cookie.

"How did you get in here," asked Harold. "All the doors and windows are locked."

"The same way I get into other homes," said Santa, after taking a drink of milk. "down the fireplace."

"But, but, that's impossible," Harold stammered. "You would have gotten trapped or burned." He knew no one could enter a home simply by going down the fireplace, unless Santa wasn't like anyone else.

As if Santa had been reading his mind, he tried to ease the young boy's thoughts.

"Oh but Harold," he began. "you seem to not realize that I'm not like anyone else. I have magical powers that allow me to go down fireplaces without getting hurt. "

"I don't believe it," Harold shrugged his shoulders. "There has to be another way."

Santa wanted to stay and explain to Harold, but he knew he couldn't. He still had a bag full of gifts to be delivered to thousands of other good boys and girls. The sun would be coming up in less than six hours.

With a twinkle in his eye and a friendly smile, Santa reached out and tousled the young boy's hair. Harold was a bit annoyed by it as he pulled away.

"I must be going now, Harold. There are a lot more gifts to be delivered before the sun comes up."

Harold stood there as he watched Santa step into the fireplace with his signature red bag full of gifts. Suddenly Santa began to float upward.

"Wow," Harold whispered to himself. He raced over to the window to see if he could see anything. He smiled when he saw a red sleigh flying through the cold starry night. It was an experience that he was sure he would never forget. Suddenly yawning, he went back upstairs to his bedroom and fell fast asleep.

End of chapter one. So, what did you all think? Did you like it? Did you hate it? Please let me know by leaving me some reviews. I would most definitely appreciate it! Just please don't be too cruel if you hated it. I'll have chapter two posted as soon as possible. Thanks for reading this first chapter!