A/N: Okay I REALLY need to stop doing this BUT...this is just a cute little holiday story :D

Disclaimer: i do not own anything...but Christmas is coming soon so...maybe that will change XD

BPOV

One year. It has almost been one year since that fateful night in the clearing, where all of our lives were almost destroyed. Where all that I held dear, all that I lived for and cared for was almost taken away on a snow covered battle field. It was almost hard to believe...a week before Christmas and all was calm, there was no sharp pendelum hanging over our heads, there were no malicious glints in red eyes. There was only us, a family getting ready to have a real Christmas. In my mind, I had categorized this Christmas as Renesmee's first, and i promised that I would make it one to remember for her. There would be no quick half-hearted gift exchange, there would be no fleeting "Merry Christmas'", she will get the full spirit of Christmas. Alice had already adorned the house with decorations galore. She even put up eight Christmas trees (one tall grand one for each of us, and then a Charlie Brown tree for Jacob), and decorated them in a style that clearly represent the owner of the tree. For example, Edwards was covered with music based ornaments and fressia's, representing his love of music and his love for me. It also had a device on it that played both mine and Nessie's lullabies whenever anyone was near. She was still working on mine and Nessie's, had actually taken everyone out today to go shopping for our decorations.

That left only myself and...

"Momma?" My angel called from behind me. I looked away from the window, from the falling snow, and faced my daughter. Her growth would never cease to astound me. She looked to be seven years old, the top of her curly bronze hair reaching just above my hips. She's immortal though, I reminded myself as I constantly did. Though she's growing fast now, in five and a half years she will stop...and she will stay at the age of seventeen. she was dressed in a white gown that made her look as if she were a snow princess. In her hands was a book of Christmas stories that Alice had put out, on her face a look of both mass confusion and fierce determination.

"Yes, baby?" I opened my arms for her. She took her time walking toward me, seeming to be thinking about how she was going to phrase whatever it is on her mind. While she could only place her hand upon my cheek and I would know exactly what she was thinking, we were trying to get her to learn how to voice her thoughts without that gift. We didn't want her too dependent of it. She sat beside me on the couch and placed the book on my lap. The cover had a large picture of Santa Claus on it, his cheeks rosey, his black belt polished, his hefty bag of gifts hoisted over his shoulder, and one foot on the edge of a chimmney. Nessie pointed to the man.

"Why do people love him?" My eyebrows raised and I looked at my daughter. Why do people love Santa? That's not a question many people ask... but I could see on her face, in her brown eyes, that she was completely serious in her inquiry. But, how do you answer that question?

"Well...I guess it's because he's jolly. He brings children presents and he just spreads Christmas cheer all around the world." That was the best answer I could come up with. Nessie cocked her head to the side, pulled her bottom lip between her teeth (a habit she got from me), and thought for a moment.

"But...he breaks into peoples houses. He steals their cookies and drinks there milk! Who knows what kind of mess his reindeer leave? He-" I cut of her rant. She had been vehemently debating her side, her voice rising and become more fantic by the word.

"Nessie darling that's not the point!" She was quiet immediately, turning her doe eyes to me, waiting for an explanation. "The point of Santa Claus isn't that he breaks into peoples houses or he eats their cookies. No one cares about the mess the reindeers leave. The point is that he gives gifts to the world." I pushed the book away and pulled my daughter onto my lap, holding her to me. "Do you know how Santa came to be?" I asked her. She nodded her head, her ringlets bouncing.

"There was a man named Saint Nicholas who gave gifts to the poor." She recited perfectly. I smiled at her and nodded my head.

"Yes, he gave gifts to the poor. Some of the gifts saved people from having to do horrible things to get money. He gave generously without expecting anything in return. And that is the point of Santa Claus. Santa is supposed to remind us that giving is not for the reward, but for the sake of giving. So people ignore the fact that he is breaking a few small rules to do that, because the message is so much more important than silly laws and technicalities." I explained to her. Nessie bit her lip again and thought hard, mulling over everything I had told her. Suddenly she pressed her palm against my cheek.

She envisioned us giving large wrapped gifts to people on the street. She imagined a woman wearing tattered clothes that were almost reduced to rags sitting in the snow, and she imagined us giving her a gift. She thought of all of the patients in the hospital, everyone who had to spend the holiday amongst medicine and machines, and thought of us coming and cheering them up. Nessies thoughts moved faster and faster, showing all of the different people we could help and give to.

Can we be like Santa? The question rang with every image. I looked at my daughter through the visions in awe. She was only a year and a half old, she had the physical maturity of a seven year old, the mentality of a pre-teen...but a heart that fit one well beyond any of that. I leaned my cheek into her palm.

"Yes, we can be like Santa."

A/N: Awwwww! :DD Okay, so this is just a short story that I will hopefully be updating everyday and should be over on Christmas (the 26th at the latest) So...for the short time we are together...REVIEWS WONDERFUL!