Disclaimer: We do not own Yugioh. Or Christmas. Someone more important owns that.
This was originally written as a contest entry last year. Can't remember, but we think it won.
I wasn't entirely sure how we had ended up in the line in the first place... it was hardly as though Mokuba thought the Santa Claus that awaited him in the gold and red throne was going to come down the chimney Christmas Eve. For beginners, Mokuba no longer "believed" at the ripe old age of twelve- and the both of us knew perfectly well that the man in red was actually Roland, wearing the suit so younger KaibaLand patrons could have their pictures taken with him, with a parent or gaurdian if requested.
Somehow Mokuba had decided the Kaiba brothers needed- yes, needed to have their picture taken with the "KaibaLand Santa."
So there we stood, behind a mother with a sniffling baby and before a young boy about Mokuba's age with his little sister. It wasn't actually the way I preffered to spend my afternoon. But I knew it was important to my brother.
That's what I understand about Christmas, I suppose.
Since it was important to my brother, we ended up with a photograph of the two of us, he sitting in the lap of a very pained looking Santa. And unless company comes to call, which I'm hoping it doesn't, since I know it's going to be Yugi, it's up on the mantle.
I have to admit that it was worth doing when I look up and see Mokuba's smile...
That and when I remember the look on Roland's face when we appeared at the front of the line.