I also do not own Digimon.
The soft-furred digimon flew quietly out of TK's bedroom, sitting down at the base of the Christmas tree. The orange and white batpig stared intently at the multicolored lights flashing softly. The colors reflected off the shiny ornaments onto the walls and ceiling; and garland and tinsel glittered softly.
Patamon paused at the small Nativity scene, paying respect to what it represented, before he flew to sit on top of the bookshelf. No matter how many times the little digimon entered the room, or the time of day, he loved seeing the beauty of the decorations. The constant music and TV specials mingled with the ever-present smell of gingerbread and closet. It sent shivers through every fiber of Patamon's being. The season itself inspired hope, light, and happiness, and the little digimon was filled with peace.
It was the same feeling Patamon got from going to church with TK.
A plate of cookies and a glass of milk sat on a shelf below, but Patamon wasn't interested in the food. He had his eyes focused on the angel on top of the tree. Its tiny white dress was trimmed with sequins, and blue felt was draped around its shoulders. Its golden blonde hair ran down its shoulders; past fluffy, snow-white wings; and a golden halo sat above its head. TK said he got that one because it resembled Angemon.
Patamon curled up into a comfortable sleeping position, and watched the tree topper until his eyes grew heavy with sleep.
The batpig's eyes blinked open. He watched silently as the old man removed presents from the sack he carried, and set them gently under the tree. The man's blue eyes twinkled merrily behind tiny spectacles, a bright red hat sitting on his head. A snow-white beard fell upon a red suit, with matching red pants and black boots.
The man turned and saw Patamon watching him intently from the bookshelf. He chuckled.
"My, my. What have we here?" The white-haired man scratched the digimon behind the ears. "You've been a very good digimon this year." The man reached into his sack once more and pulled out another present. "Mrs. Claus said I should put presents under the tree for all the digimon after what happened this summer."
He set the present in front of Patamon and approached the balcony. A small, elf-like creature waited for him just outside. "The reindeer are ready, Kris."
The man smiled and shouldered his bag. "Thank you, Elfmon."
And just before Santa Claus and the Elfmon disappeared in a flurry of sparkles, Patamon glimpsed the digivice clipped on his black belt.
(End)
And with that said, I would like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone. Spend time with loved ones, drive safely, and go easy on the eggnog and cookies!