Christmas is my favorite holiday! I love celebrating the birth of Jesus! And I am so happy to be on my six week break away from college that I am going to be having a "Christmas Special" fanfic, if you will. : ) It's going to be super fluffy and cute...just the Cullens trying to give Renesmee the best Christmas possible since her last year was definitely not normal. I hope you like what I come up with. Please review and enjoy! Merry Christmas.

Santa Baby

RPOV

As I bent over the engine of Edward's Volvo, I heard a scraping, dragging noise coming from the ceiling above me. I looked upward toward our attic and saw pieces of dust and splinters of wood begin to fall from the shaking floorboards. Wiping my hands on a rag, and putting down the canister of anitfreeze that I was replacing in each of the vehicles, I walked over to the attic's pull down ladder that I had not noticed when I came into our garage about twenty minutes ago. Staring up into the entrance, I heard a soft tinkling sound that sounded very similar to delicate glass breaking, and a small voice cursing.

"Alice?" I recognized her voice immediately.

"Yeah, Rose?" My mouth fell open when Alice appeared in the entrance, her voice muffled slightly by the mass of boxes she was balancing in front of her body.

"What on earth are you doing up in the disgusting place? Esme never even touches anything up there!"

"Well," she said as she slid gracefully down the side of the ladder, the box on the top slipping off and falling into my open hands. "I am digging out all of our Christmas decorations. The house is going to look fabulous!"

She began opening the boxes one by one and rummaging through each. I was soon bombarded with strands of white twinkle lights and long strips of garland.

"Ew, when was the last time we used these? 1985?" I wrinkled my nose. I was wearing my work clothes, but my pants were still one of my favorites and I could already feel the particles of dust latching themselves to me. The decorations were also horribly out of date, and there was no way I was standing here helping Alice and risk encountering something alive and crawling.

"Alright, alright, I'm done." I said, dropping the tangled mass of lights and garland on the floor. "What on earth made you want to decorate this year, Alice? We haven't decorated in five years!"

Alice looked up at me, clutching a plush snowman in her hand. "I had a vision of the house. I decorated it, and it looked beautiful, of course." I rolled my eyes, but the smile creeping on my face from Alice's quirkiness could not be stopped. "And, I want Nessie to experience a normal Christmas this year. Last year was just…"

She let the sentence hang and I knew that she was thinking about our visit from the Volturi. We were all on edge, anticipating their arrival, wondering if we would survive. Nessie's first few months were not ideal, to say the least. I now understood Alice's decision to make the house festive and this Christmas a memorable one.

"Yes, Nessie deserves this. I think we all do." I said, as Alice went to climb the ladder again. "I hope you are getting some help from someone with those house lights." I called up. "A certain husband, perhaps?" I added with an evil grin.

"Yes, Rosalie, you may tell Jasper that I said to get out here immediately."

I was laughing as I walked into the house in search of Alice's brooding vampire husband. When I found both the living room and library deserted, I was slightly suspicious. My own bear of a husband was not positioned in front of the plasma screen, so I knew this meant only one thing. They were up to something. I paused and listened intently, and that's when I heard the frenzied snickering going on upstairs. I bounded up, my long blonde ponytail whipping into my face. I followed the noise to the end of the hallway near mine and Emmett's bedroom. I felt the frustration building inside of me as I went through a list of other times I had found those idiots messing around with some of my things.

Oh, they are so dead.

Right there outside of my bedroom door sat my two brothers, Edward and Jasper, giggling like girls. I had not seen the two of them act like this in quite some time, so at first I too wanted to laugh at how silly they looked, but when I remembered that they were crouched in front of my door, I knew that what they were laughing at was not good. I growled, my eyes piercing into their thick skulls. When they looked up at me, their eyes grew wide, and then they looked at each other and started laughing again.

"Alright dumb and dumber, what is going on here? Tell me fast before I lose my patience." I snapped, now standing a few feet away from them.

Edward stood and laid his hand on my shoulder for support as he tried to catch his breath, and Jasper wiped an invisible tear from his eye. I snapped at Edward, and when I yanked his hand away, I stepped forward and reached for the doorknob.

"Wait, Rose, wait!" Edward gasped. "You just need to be forewarned. I don't think you've ever seen your husband like this, and probably won't ever again, so just…cherish the moment, okay?" That caused them to break into another fit of laughter, and they side stepped to allow me better access to the door.

"You are going to tell me right now what Emmett has done. If you tell me, I may just spare your lives later because I know you had something to do with whatever it is!" I hissed.

"Let's just say you're going to have a jolly good time." Jasper blurted, and he and Edward sprinted done the hallway howling as I pounced toward them. I was now extremely suspicious, and convinced that my dear husband was in for a severe lashing. I didn't know what they had done to him, or convinced him to do for that matter, but I was going to put an end to this. Now.

I threw the door open, and what I saw made me stop before even entering the bedroom. My mouth fell open and an exasperated rush of air came out of my lungs, all chastising dying on my lips. There stood my husband, clad in a Santa Claus outfit from head to toe. On his head was the classic long red hat, and on his feet were shiny black boots. He was facing my long wall mirror, hands on his big black belt, and practicing different versions of "ho, ho, ho." I stood and watched in awe for almost thirty seconds before Emmett, or should I say Santa, noticed my reflection in the mirror as well. My arms were crossed, and I was wearing a look that said, "spill it, now."

"Rosie! How do I look?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows. The question sounded muffled through the long white beard he had strapped to his face.

"You look, um…very red." I said, my hand coming to my mouth to hide a smile. "Why in the world are you dressed in that ridiculous outfit, Emmett?" I asked walked over and fingering a black button on his chest.

"I'm practicing for when I get to see Nessie. She is going to be so excited to meet Santa Claus…in the flesh!" He said, he voice excited and his eyes as round as a little kid in a toy store.

"Well, big guy, I hate to break it to you, but Nessie is a really smart kid. I don't know if she is going to fall for this." I said, pulling on his beard, and getting more turned on by his childish behavior by the second.

His eyes flashed as I pulled down the beard completely and leaned in to kiss him. He surprised me by sweeping me up and carrying me to a chair to sit in his lap. "She will. I'm going to practice a lot." He emphasized.

"Good," I breathed. "Because I think this get up is super cute."

"Now, young lady, you can't get fresh with Santa." He said, slapping my hand away from his belt. "Your husband will make millions of children cry because he had to kill the big man in red." He pulled his beard back up, and I made an effort to sit straight on his lap. "Now, why don't you tell Santa what you want for Christmas…"

"Well I know it's not Christmas yet…" I breathed on his cheek. "But I can think of something I'd like right now." He growled, and I pulled down the beard, kissing him with all my might. He pulled back after a moment, a grin spreading all across his features.

"So is that all you want?" He asked, as I pulled off the hat and beard completely, throwing them on the floor.

"Mmm, no. How about a shiny blue convertible?" I whispered in his ear.

"Santa will get anything for you, baby." He said, before capturing my lips with his again.