Disclaimer: No I don't own the original South Park characters.

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Okay, so my mom had gotten me Brad Paisley's Christmas CD, for my unnatural obsession with his music considering I've managed to get all of his CD's. Well track 2 on the CD had been 'Santa Looked A Like Daddy', which this gave me the idea of this oneshot, but it's not a songfic. Just go on and read now.

It was about one in the morning, officially Christmas Day for about an hour then. As my usual secretive tradition since I was like three, this made this, the sixth year. Once I had been sure Daddy and Mom weren't up, I had snuck out of bed. I crept across my room, then down the hall, and made my way down the stair.

I went straight to the living room, where the Christmas tree was. Luckily I had stopped before the opening to the living room, for I had seen Santa Clause in the room in front of me. Then he put an arm around Mom, she put an around him too. He then placed a kiss on her lips.

I grabbed both of my blonde ponytails and cover my eyes with them; I didn't think Daddy would be too happy. After I had uncovered my eyes, that was when I noticed, under the red cap, was blonde hair! Next thing I knew, I felt my body quiver, my parents had lied to me all these years.

If they hadn't lied, all of those magazines had, Santa would be thin with blonde hair and blue eyes, which ironically was the same as Daddy. That would've meant Mom had been having an affair with Santa Clause. I couldn't believe that they had in fact lied to me, their own daughter.

I shook my head, it couldn't have been true. This was just a dream. I pinched myself, yep, that had hurt a little. Maybe it was just one of those dreams when you actually feel things, that had been my first thought. I ran back up the stairs, back down the hall, and straight to my bed in my bedroom.

The next morning I awoke again at seven. I had run down the stairs, making a lot of noise because of how fast. I had figured last night had been just a dream, that's all, nothing more, just a bizarre, descriptive, feeling dream. Daddy must have heard me because when I reached the bottom of the stairs, he had greeted me.

"Merry Christmas Kayla." He had said.

"You too Daddy." I replied.

I went straight to the living room; everything was wrapped just like that morning had been! Everything had looked exactly the same except that it was now morning and the lights on the tree were off. I went farther into the living room, in the middle of the room had been a Santa looking hat.

Little had I known, Daddy had been standing in the archway. I had turned around to find him there. He was just standing there looking at me. I felt gullible for all of these years; my parents had lied to me since I had been little. The morning hadn't been a dream, it had been real, all of it.

"Look Kayla, I can explain." Daddy told me.

"You don't have to Daddy; I've already figured the truth!" I had replied quite harshly, then I felt arms wrapped around me.

"I'm sorry Little Girl; I just wanted you to experience the magic of Christmas, unlike I had when I was a kid, considering my family had been in poverty. My parents had just told me the truth plain out."

"It's alright Daddy, it's just, I couldn't believe you had lied to me, that's all."

That had been the day that I-Kayla Marie McCormick-had found out the truth, at nine-years-old. I had decided not to tell my friends what I had discovered. But I sooner found out that Lily and Alex had discovered the same…

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Oh no, what could the '...' mean? I know! I know! I'm going to write versions with Lily and Alex. Not Levi because obvious reasons (he's Kyle's son). If you guys want me to, I'll write a version with Xavier too. That may be weird for Butters to be Santa Clause though. All well. Bye!