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Author: Me, pen-name: flileytothemoon
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A/N : It's the holidays and this drabble idea just popped in my head and would not go away.
I saw Mommy kicking Santa Claus' Butt.
It was the 24th of December, correction, the clocks in Sunnydale were, if correctly calibrated, now chiming midnight, so it was the 25th. On Revello Drive, a solitary figure was skulking through the wrong darkened house, the house of one Buffy Summers and her family. Now, children being children, they are often up early in anticipation of getting to their Christmas gifts ASAP but this morning, it was not a child that was up at the stroke of midnight, and heading towards the tree and its decorations. Then a sound give the intruder to the quiet scene pause, they turned around and before any thought struck them as to what was going on, what instead struck them was a series of rights and lefts, precise and brutal, the number exceeded only by the fury behind them.
Dawn was at the top of stairs taking this scene in silently, and then as soon as it had started, it was over.
Buffy, walking by, was non-plussed, and simply said to her dumbfounded younger sister while ruffling her hair and heading downstairs to get to the gifts, "You really think I am the ONLY slayer in the Summers line?"
A/N: As I was writing it, I kept debating who would ultimately be the one pwning Santa, finally went with this. What do you think? Please tell me. Reviews are fuel to stoke my fanfiction-writing fires.