Disclaimer: I do not own any of these amazing characters, Stephenie Meyer does.
Author's Note:
Hey guys! This is my first fan fiction ever! so yea. I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to review. Even if you think it's the worst story you've ever read (which I hope it's not) please tell me! Thank you!
Emmett's POV:
"Yay, its Christmas time! I can't wait to see what Santa brings me!" I yelled on the top of my lungs. I was so excited. I couldn't believe Santa was coming! Christmas time to me means Santa, presents, shoving cookies down Jasper's face, and snow which means Bella falling. My favorite time of year.
"Em you act like such a kid sometimes." Alice jabbed at me. I hate it when people say that to me. It makes me feel like a two year old who needs to hold his mommy's hand while he crosses the street. I already tried that and Esme got kind of upset.
"Oh well at least I don't look like one," I said back. It was true. Alice did look about 100 years younger than she actually is.
"Where is Jasper?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"He is upstairs changing his shirt after someone got icing all over it," Alice said with a glare.
"I needed a taste tester. I just needed to know whether Santa would like my cookies. I couldn't send him off with just the rabbit," I said in my most innocent voice. I wanted to check and see if my cookies tasted good enough for the guy in red and Jasper happened to be sitting right there. I kind of shoved the cookies into his mouth. I have my ways.
Ever since I was first changed into a vampire I knew for a fact there was a Santa. I knew because one thing people say why they don't believe in Santa is how old he is. I knew then that there was a way to live forever. Also people wonder how on St. Nick gets to all the kids on Earth in one night. I knew a way you could run really fast. Really really fast. That is how I came to my conclusion.
SANTA AND HIS REINDEER ARE VAMPIRES! (I know that reindeer can't actually be vampires because they are animals but yea) It all makes perfect sense doesn't it? But the problem is no one else believes me. Edward says I'm being immature and he's never seen someone as old as me who believes in Santa. But that's not really difficult to say, I am 92. Alice says if there was a Santa, she could see him in her visions. But I truly do believe. Rose just thinks it's hot. I think Rose looks hot in that elf costume.
So anyways every Christmas Eve I would give Santa a rabbit or some small animal so he can actually eat meat instead of all the cookies everyone else leaves him. By the end of the night, he must be exhausted. I could never do that. I mean go into all those houses with all those amazing aromas of blood. He must hunt in every country he goes to.
So that's why I give him an animal and cookies. So I made Jasper eat cookies. Alice was mad. She was giving me that I'm-going-to-kill-you stare.
I ran upstairs into my room. I was going to make them believe!
