Phoebe was awakened by the faint coos and cries of her new three month old baby over the baby moniter. She turned over in bed and patted her husband coop.
"Hmm..?" He crumbled barely waking up.
"It's time time to feed Phylicia." Phoebe said.
"Nope. I did it last time. It's your turn." Coop answered.
"Ugh..." Phoebe groaned throwing back the covers and getting out of bed.
She stepped into her slippers and slipped into her robe before shuffling down the hall to the nursery.
Phoebe sneaked into the tiniest Halliwell's room as quietly as she could, and tiptoed up to Phylicia's crib. She looked down at her baby and was met with the cutest smile shining up at her. And with that all the annoyance that was there quickly melted away. Phoebe scooped her baby up and made her way to the kitchen to warm up a bottle.
...
Phoebe checked the temperature of the formula on her arm before she began feeding her little bundle of joy. But as she leaned against the counter and readjusted baby Phylicia to burp her she heard two other little voices.
"No he's not!"
"Yes he is!"
"No he is not!"
"Yes! He is!"
Phoebe drew in a breath and went back down the hall to her two other daughter's room.
"Hey, hey. What's going on in here." She interrupted the continuing argument as she again began feeding Phylicia.
"Paulina keeps saying Santa Clause is a witch!"
"Because he is! I keep trying to tell Patricia but she won't believe me."
Phoebe giggled to herself then quickly straightened her face; looking very serious and concerned.
"Well Paulina, why is it you think Santa is a witch?" Phoebe asked sitting at the edge of her bottom bunk.
"Well Mommy. He knows when we've been naughty or nice. He knows when we're sleeping and when we're not. So do you mommy... Because of your power... Prem- pemon- premi-"
"Premonition." Phoebe corrected.
"Yeah. And he goes ALL over the world in one night, like he's freezing time like Aunt Piper or orbing like Aunty Paige." Paulina continued.
"But he's not mommy! Tell her she's wrong." Patricia pleaded.
"I don't know..." Phoebe said rocking her smallest daughter in her arms. "She makes a good case."
Patricia crossed her arms and mumbled something under her breath while Paulina looked up sticking her tongue out at her younger sister.
Phoebe smiled. "What would be so wrong with Santa Clause being a witch? We're witches."
"Umm..." Patricia thought.
"Yeah. I kinda like the idea of Santa being a witch." Paulina said.
"You know..." Patricia began.
"What hunny?" Phoebe asked
"I think only a witch would have a house that no one can see, be able to make reindeer fly, and live a really long time." Patricia Continued.
"And don't forget he lives in the north pole." Paulina added.
Phoebe shook her thoughtfully. "I think you girls are on to something."
Phoebe tucked all her girls into their beds and made her way to her own room. She slid her robe off and stepped out of her slippers.
As she climbed into bed Coop rolled over on his side to face her.
"Is everything okay?" He asked sleepily.
"Yes Dear. Everything is fine." Phoebe spoke up as she nestled into him.
"What took you so long?" Coop asked wrapping his arms around her.
"The girls were arguing about whether or not Santa was a witch or not." Phoebe laughed.
"Hmm... Interesting." Coop said closing his eyes.
"Silly isn't it?" Phoebe said still chuckling.
"No. Not at all." Coop said mater-of-factually.
Phoebe raised her head to give her husband a questioning look. But Coop didn't stir.
"What do you mean no?" Phoebe finally got out.
"He is." Coop went on get comfortable.
Phoebe smiled. "And how do you know that?"
"Who do you think got him and Mrs. Clause together?"
"Who..? You..?" Phoebe asked.
But Phoebe was only met with snores.
"Hey..." Phoebe shook her husband.
But coop didn't budge. Phoebe laid down once more.
'Hmm... maybe Santa is a witch!' Phoebe thought.