A/N: Gregory is from one of my older stories, New Year. I'm thinking about doing more with him. THere's a part of me that wants to make a story out of him being older. (And possibly in love with Tesla's daughter). Let me know what you think in reviews.

John gazed at the highly decorated tree and felt warmth spread through him. For the first time in over a century, he had a family to celebrate Christmas with. He was reunited with Helen and their son, Gregory. John always had to smile when he thought of his boy. Gregory was quiet but bright. He had been asking John to teach him to draw lately. The boy picked it up very quickly. Gregory had also displayed a knack for teleporting, though he was quite the pacifist. John was very proud of him.

"Here he is," a voice called.

John roused himself from his light doze to see William bringing Gregory into the room. "Dad," he called, reaching for his father.

Will let go and Gregory ran to him. With a nod to Helen's protégé, John lifted his son to his lap. "Why are you bothering your mother's staff?" John wondered.

"I had a question but I couldn't find you," Gregory explained.

"Well, I'm here now."

Gregory made himself comfortable on his father's lap. "I heard something…troubling at school the other day."

John smiled at his son's use of words. "And what was it that was so…troubling?"

"They said Santa wasn't real."

"Oh really?"

Gregory nodded. "They said that it was really you and mom putting the presents under the tree. They said I was baby to still believe in such things. IS that true?"

John considered his words carefully as he gazed at the star on top of the Christmas tree. "Well, you are certainly too old to be called a baby any longer."

"That doesn't answer my question, dad."

"What do you think?"

"I used to think Santa was real. Now I'm not so sure. I thought you must have the answer because you and mom have been around for so long."

"I'm not sure there is an answer to your question."

"But I thought every question had to have an answer."

John kissed the top of his son's head. "Some days, I think you are too smart for your own good," he declared.

"Probably," Gregory agreed. "But you're dodging my question."

"Indeed I am, clever one."

"Are you ever going to answer?"

"Do your friends believe in mermaids or werewolves?"

"No. What does that have to do with Santa Claus?"

"I'm getting to that if you would listen for a moment. We live in a world where the impossible is a matter of daily life. Your classmates say the things they do because they have not seen the things you have."

"So you think Santa Claus is real?"

"I think you can't discount something merely because you haven't seen it." John paused in thought. "I honestly don't know if Santa Claus truly exists or not. But I believe that anything is possible."

Gregory stayed quiet for a moment. "I think you're right," he finally decided.

Before John could answer Helen came to find her boys. "You two look like you've just had a very weighty discussion," she noted.

"Dad was explaining something to me," Gregory told her, not looking away from the tree.

Helen raised an eyebrow at her lover. "Anything I should know about?"

"Nothing of grave importance," John assured her.

She came to curl up next to John and take her own look at the tree. "Did your father answer all your questions, Gregory?"

"He actually gave me answers I didn't expect."

"Good or bad?"

"Very good."

Helen smiled. "I'm very glad to hear that."

"Mom?"

"Yes, Gregory?"

"I think this is going to be the best Christmas ever."

Helen looked from the tree to her men. "Gregory, I think you are absolutely right."