Author's Note: Just a little something I whipped up. It's supposed to be short, sweet, and to the point. Plotless? I suppose. A bit of fluff? Of course, it's coming from me. I wish you all a Merry Christmas!

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Harry Potter.


A Christmas Special

Roxie munched on a snowman shaped cookie as she peered around the room, anxious to spot her father. Ever since he mysteriously left, the fourteen year old couldn't help but wonder where he went. Her mother had been mum on the subject, motioning to Freddie who sat with Lily, the two five year olds babbling about what presents they wanted for Christmas. The fourteen year old sighed, not understanding what her mother was going on about.

"Can't you just tell me?" she whined, snatching up a Santa shaped cookie next. Mouth full, she asked, "I don't understand what you mean when you look at Freddie. Can't you just tell me?"

"Roxanne, just wait for his return," Angelina finally lamented as Freddie ran up and latched himself onto her leg.

"Mummy, James says Santa isn't real!" he cried, fat tears rolling down his cheeks.

Angelina picked up her youngest and attached the boy to her hip. Lily soon came crying to her, arms outstretched to be picked up as well. Without hesitation (and with old Chaser strength), the mother of two had both five year olds in her arms. Sobbing and cheeks turning red, Lily blurted out, "James said Santa isn't real and won't give us presents because we've been naughty."

"Aww, don't you two listen to him," Angelina cooed while listening to a very loud Ginny and Grandma Weasley scold the troublemaker. "Santa is very real. You'll see."

It took a few minutes, but soon Roxie heard what sounded like to be hooves on top of the roof. Throwing on her cloak, the girl ran outside with the adults and gaped when she saw Santa and his reindeer on top of the roof. While it was a rather slim Santa, the mysterious stranger jumped out of his sleigh and quickly hopped down the chimney.

"Santa's here?" she wondered in confusion. Soon she heard the cheers coming from her little cousins, and rushing back in, she saw Santa Claus standing in the middle of the kitchen, a red sack sitting on the table.

"Ho ho ho!" he greeted rather joyfully. Roxie's mouth dropped when he opened the sack of toys and began handing out presents to the young children. It seemed never ending, present upon present being handed out. Even a stone faced James received a new broom from the mysterious Santa Claus, muttering a curt 'thank you' to the man.

"Where is my little teddy bear?" Santa called out, using Roxie's pet name. A grin appeared on her face when she realized what was going on. With a spring in her step, she trotted forward to the mysterious 'Santa' and claimed her prizes. One wink finalized who the man behind the glamour charms was.

She truly had the best father in the world.