12 Night World Days of Christmas

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Santa: Ho! Ho! Ho! Tell Santa what you want for Christmas!

Me: I want to own the Night World.

Santa: I'm sorry, but I don't think that's possible.

Me: Wha…what?

Santa: I'm sorry you can't have that.

Me: But I've been good all year! Aren't I on the nice list?

Santa: Yes, you are. But L.J. Smith owns Night World and I can't give that to you.

Me: You're so mean! *runs away crying*

James and Poppy

"Jamie, come on." Poppy pleaded with her soulmate.

"No, Poppy. I love you and would do anything for you…except this." James told her as he stared at the hideous Santa Costume she held towards him.

"Why not? I mean, it's for a good cause. Think of the children!" She tried again.

James sighed, "Poppy, I am thinking about the children. They wouldn't want me as their Santa."

Poppy gave him a disbelieving look and said, "I can read your mind, James, and I know you're not thinking of the children." James frowned, "It's the first Night World Kiddy Christmas Play and I want you to be the Santa. It'll be great!"

"Poppy I said no."

"PLEASE, Jamie, I'm begging you." She got to her knees and clasped her hands under her chin. She made the puppy dog face she knew James couldn't resist.

"Can't you find someone else? I mean what about Ash?" he asked.

Poppy shook her head, "Nope, he said he had something planned for Mary-Lynette."

"Quinn?" he hoped.

"Yeah, Quinn and Timmy on the same stage. That's a good idea." James cringed. Timmy didn't get along with anyone, especially not Quinn. But then again if you were a seventeen year old in a four year olds body you'd be pretty resentful too.

"Okay, what about Morgead? I'm sure Jez could get him to do it."

"Morgead. As Santa. Really, Jamie?" Poppy asked cocking her head to the side.

"Well I know Thierry and Delos won't do it that's for sure. What about David?"

Poppy pursed her lips, contemplating "I don't think so," she said finally, "He's not the best with kids."

"Galen? He's all for anything nice. And he's charitable enough to be Santa."

"Galen's a possibility. I'm still not sure, though."

James suddenly smiled, "Eric! He'd be perfect! He has a little sister, so he's good with kids, and I'm sure he'd volunteer if you asked." He now had a smug look on his face.

"You know what?" she said slowly, "You're right. He's perfect. Much better than you would be." James' face fell, "I don't know what I was thinking, asking you. Too much Poppytive Thinking I guess. Stupid, Poppy, stupid!" Poppy slapped her hand to her forhead, "Okay. I'll go ask him." She got up to leave.

"Wait." James put his hand on Poppy's shoulder, "I'll do it. I can do a better job than Eric. I'll show you." He said with steely resolve. He didn't want Poppy to think Eric was better than him, even at being Santa.

Poopy giggled, "Thanks, Jamie." And with that she stood on her tiptoes and gave him a peck on his cheek.