A/N: This takes place during TOW The Holiday Armadillo.
Monica's POV
"Ho-ho-ho. Merry Christmas!" Chandler exclaimed, walking into our apartment in a Santa Claus suit.
"Santa!" Ben screamed. He ran up to Chandler and gave him a hug.
"Ben!"
"What are you doing here, Santa?" Ross asked, annoyed.
"Well, I'm here to see my old buddy, Ben. What are you doing here... weird... turtle man?" Chandler gave Ross an odd look.
"I'm the Holiday Armadillo. Your part Jewish friend," Ross explained. "You sent me here to give Ben some presents, remember?"
"What?"
"Did you bring me presents too, Santa?" Ben looked up at Chandler hopefully.
"You bet I did, Ben. Put her there!" he shook Ben's hand to give him money but the money fell to the floor. "Well, it would've worked this time, if his hands weren't so damn small. Ho-ho-ho!"
"Okay, Ben, why don't you come open some more presents? And Santa, the Armadillo man and I will have a talk in the kitchen," I motioned for my nephew to go into the living room. "There's a sentence, I never thought I'd say."
"What are you doing?" Ross asked, when Ben was a safe distance away.
"You called everyone and said you were having trouble finding a Santa Claus suit, so I borrowed from a guy at work," Chandler said.
That is so sweet. Chandler is going to make such a great father one day.
"Thank you but, but you gotta leave," Ross told him.
"Why?"
"Because," Ross huffed. "I'm finally getting him excited about Hanukah. And you're...You're wrecking it."
"But I didn't even get to shake my belly like a bowl full of Jelly," Chandler complained.
"I'm sorry, Chandler, but this, this is really important for me."
"Fine, I'll give the suit back," Chandler gave up.
Ross went to talk to Ben.
"Hey, do you think you can keep it another night?" I asked Chandler, playing with his Santa beard.
"Santa? Really?"
"Yeah, is that okay?" I looked up at him, biting my lip.
"Did your dad ever dress up as Santa?"
"No."
"Then it's okay!" he said in a Santa voice. He leaned down to kiss me.
"SANTA?!" Ben looked horrified. "Why are you kissing Aunt Monica? She's marrying Chandler."
"Well, Ben," Ross glared at us. He thought for a minute, failing to find an excuse that wouldn't result in telling Ben the truth about Santa.
Chandler came to the rescue. "Actually at the north pole, kissing is just a way of showing friendship."
"Aunt Monica, you're friends with Santa?" Ben asked me, excitedly.
"Yeah, we're really close," I told him.
"Hannukah Armadillo, aren't you friends with Santa?" Ben looked at Ross.
"Yeah."
"So shouldn't you two kiss?" Ben smiled, innocently.
"Oh..." Chandler was speechless.
"No, we're not THAT close," Ross laughed, nervously.
"Come on," I held back a laugh. "You guys are like best friends."
"Thank you, Monica," Ross glared at me.
"So kiss," Ben instructed.
"Fine," Ross huffed.
Ross quickly kissed Chandler. I burst out laughing as I watched my brother and my fiancé kiss.
"What's so funny, Aunt Monica?" Ben asked.
"Yeah, what's so funny, Aunt Monica?" Chandler gave me a death glare.
"Uh, nothing," I lied.
Chandler's POV
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to say Santa's really gay," Monica sang.
"Mon, would you stop?" I begged. "It's been three days and that song wasn't even funny the first fifteen times."
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Monica walked over to me and kissed me.
"You're a much better kisser than your brother," I told her.
"Well there's a sentence I never thought I'd hear."