I personally think that this story is kinda corny, but sweet. Anyway, I hope you guys like it. :)
"Always Be My Santa"
When it came to Christmas, Chris Jericho was Ebenezer Scrooge. He hated Christmas. His wife, Jessica, had pleaded him to dress up as Santa for the children.
"Remember, Chris, we're going to have a Christmas party tomorrow with all of our friends and relatives," Jessica said happily.
"Honey, why do we have to have a party at our house?"
"We just are, okay? You know, it would be really nice if you could…" she trailed off.
"Oh, no. I am not dressing up like Santa Claus!" yelled Chris.
"Please, just do it for the kids. Personally, I think you'd make a great Santa."
"Jess, do you know why I don't like Santa, or Christmas for that matter?"
"No," she answered. "Why? What happened?"
"I was seven years old, and I believed in Santa Claus. I stayed up and waited for him. I even left milk and cookies for him. Santa never came. My dad told me the truth that he wasn't real. It crushed my little heart because he was the one who told me that Santa was real. And ever since then, I've hated Christmas, I guess."
"I understand, but think about Ash. Doesn't he believe in Santa? Would you like to crush his little heart?"
"…No," said Chris sadly.
"So, what are you going to do?" asked Jessica.
"I'm going to be Santa!" screamed Chris.
The next day was Christmas. Jessica invited all their close friends like Paul and Stephanie Levesque, Phil Brooks, Dave Bautista, Mickie James, Melina Perez, Matt and Jeff Hardy, Shannon Moore, and many others. Their family also came. Chris had dressed up as Santa. He hopped out from the fireplace.
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" he said merrily while looking at Stephanie McMahon.
She eyed him angrily. Paul tried to calm her down. Chris smirked. "I still got it," he thought to himself.
The little kids crowded him while jumping up and down. He didn't find his own son, Ash, anywhere. Ash was in a corner with his friend, Sam.
"Let's go over to Santa," suggested Ash.
"Do you believe that that's Santa?" asked Sam, raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?"
"Ash, everyone knows that 'Santa' over there is your dad."
"My dad's not that big!" objected Ash.
"Well, he's getting there…" trailed Sam as he left Ash's side.
After the party had ended, Ash curled up with Chris by the fireplace.
"Dad, where were you?" asked Ash.
"Out," lied Chris. "Why?"
"You should've met Santa," said Ash.
"Really? Was he nice?"
"Dad…you don't have to pretend."
"Pretend? What do you mean, Ash?"
"I know that you dressed up as Santa, and I know he's not real," Ash admitted.
"Ash…"
"It's okay, Dad. I didn't even really believe in him anyway," he stated.
"I just wanted you to have fun. When I was little…"
"I know. Mom told me. And it's okay, Dad. I'm sorry you went through all that trouble to let me have some fun."
"It wasn't trouble. I loved it," said Chris with a smile.
"No matter what, Dad, you'll always be my Santa."
"Aw. Of course I will," said Chris.