DISCLAIMER: I don't own...Death Note... Santa... Erm... A Fire Truck... Or wait, -looks through garage- Okay I own one... -looks through the words- Yeah I guess that's all.

"..6..7..8..9. It's 9 days till' Christmas Light." L said holding a calendar.

"No, not counting today it would be 8 days. And it makes Christmas look closer." Light argued.

"Yes but you always have to count today." L said putting the calendar down so his thumbnail is free to bite.

"No you don't." Light literally spit in L's face.

"Yes you do." L spit back.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"Ye—"

"Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!" The door suddenly bursts open and out appears a person failing to look like Santa. The beard missing. His red hair showing through the white wig. the red paint on his coat peeling off, and the pillow which slumped to the floor, making him appear skinny.

"Mmmm… Hi Matt." L said as Light was in shock as something not-as-planned has interrupted his just-as-planned trick to make L say yes.

"Shhhhhh." The fake Santa whispered. "I wanna deceive someone"

"Well shoo, no one here is going to be de—"

"OH EM EFF GEE!" Matsuda yelled as he stepped into the room, interrupting Light. "IT'S SANTA!"

"Guah! Get it off me!" The Failed-To-Look-Like-Santa-Lookalike pointed to the thing that is humping his leg as he tried to get away.

"SANTA SANTA! I WANTS A FIRE TRUCK!" The childlike human yelled with a glittery look in his eyes.

"YAAAH!" Santa screamed as he grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher and knocked the humping blob on the head.

"Watari." L spoke into the phone. "Please get up here and remove the bleeding thing on the floor." L hanged up and Watari proceeded to pick Matsuda up.

"Shall I take him to the hospital?" Watari asked.

"No. We all know we'll do much better without him." L said as he spun around on his chair.

"As you wish." Watari said as he quickly went out the room making a whooshing noise.

"Wow, he made a whooshing noise." Matt said as he took off his Santa costume. "Oh fuck I forgot underwear." The naked Matt stormed out of the room looking rather pink in the cheeks.

"You know, I don't think the writer of this thingie is going to continue writing." Light said, his arms folded across his chest.

"Yes, yes. I don't think he's going to upload this either." L said biting his thumb.

"Or issss he." A random eerie voice said as a chilling wind swept through the room.

"…… What was that?" Light asked.

"I don't know." L responded in his monotone voice.

"Whatever, hey how many more days till' Christmas?"

"I don't know, let me count." L said as he picked up a calendar.

A/N: Mmm... It's really short, and it sucks... Well I was sugar high and feeling like I had to do something for Christmas, and BAM, out pops a dress up Santa in a fire truck going through the neighborhood...