It was Christmas Eve at the Fosters. All but one was excited about Christmas coming. Bloo was watching television, while being lazy. Mac walked inside and jumped up and down excited and said, "Tomorrows Christmas!!" Bloo yawned and said, "So what. It only comes once a year."
"What do you mean?" Mac asked.
Bloo faced Mac and said, "I don't really care anymore. There's no such thing as Santa anyways."
The room fell silent and Mac said, "Yes there is!"
"Explain the reindeer." Bloo murmured.
Mac paused and said, "I bet you that there is a Santa before night."
Bloo smirked and said, "I'd like to see you try. What's in it for me?"
"You can have my presents." Mac said.
Bloo's mouth opened wide and then he began to faint. Mac looked around nervously and said, "Come on Bloo. Let's make cookies for Santa."
Bloo got up from the couch and followed Mac to the kitchen. After the cookies were made, Mac put the cookies on the plate and poured the milk into the cup. "There. Now when Santa comes, he'll have something to eat." Bloo's eyes gazed at the cookies and asked Mac, "Can I have one?" Mac sighed and said, "I just told you that they were for…" It was too late. Bloo had already eaten the cookies and drank the milk. "I was hungry." Bloo said.
The next thing that Mac tried to do was tell the history of Santa.
Bloo sighed and said, "I'm getting more cookies."
"Enough with the cookies!" Mac yelled and placed Bloo back in front of him.
"You know Mac; a 200 pound guy wouldn't be able to fit into our chimney." Bloo said.
"It's because he's magic." Mac said tired.
"Can he pull a rabbit out of his hat?" Bloo asked.
"No." Mac replied.
"Then he's not magic." Bloo said.
Later that day, Mac took Bloo to the mall to meet Santa. When Bloo was next, Bloo walked up to Santa and said, "Okay big guy listen; if you give me what I want, I'll believe in you. I want a taco, some money, candy, more candy, and most importantly, candy."
Santa nodded and gave Bloo a candy cane. Bloo looked at the candy cane in his hand amazed and ate it in one big bite. Santa laughed and said, "Now say cheese." Bloo smiled and said, "Oh right. I want cheese also."
"I meant for the camera." Santa said.
"I don't think cameras eat cheese." Bloo said.
"Just smile." Santa said, annoyed.
"Fine." Bloo scoffed and gave a huge smile.
"How'd it go?" Mac asked.
"He has no sense in humor." Bloo said.
"Do you believe in Santa now?" Mac asked again.
"If he gives me what I want." Bloo said.
"Like what?" Mac asked.
"Taco, candy, and cheese." Bloo said.
"Santa only brings toys!" Mac yelled and pushed Bloo towards Santa.
"Fine. How about one of everything you got?" Bloo asked Santa.
Santa was amazed and threw Bloo out of the store.
Early the next day, Bloo believed in Santa, thus living happily ever after.