Chapter 2.

Fred and George laden down with boxes of exploding candy canes, prepared to step into a fireplace, destination The North Pole. "I can't believe you talked me into this Fred." Said George. "Well you didn't come up with anything better." Retorted Fred, who reached into a pocket and threw some powder into the fire. They then stepped into the fireplace and onto the otherside, which was an expansive office, with a huge desk surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of toys. "Welcome Fred and George Weasley. What a pleasant surprise." Said Santa Claus. Fred and George dropped their boxes, onto a nearby table and approached the desk. Mr. Claus minus red coat and hat, was sitting behind the desk, and smiled at their approach. "You didn't have to make this delivery yourselves, boys. "he said. "We know." Said Fred, "but we couldn't resist a chance to meet you in person." George stepped in. "We also know your quality standards, and wanted to make sure that your order met with your satisfaction. We even brought you a sample to try." "Why thank you boys." Said Santa, reaching for the candy cane in George's hand. As soon as he had taken the candy, then he found himself being pulled into it, and with a pop, disappeared from the room. "Well, that was easy." Said Fred with relief. "He never suspected that we may be handing him a portkey." "I still say we are going to be getting coal in our stockings for a decade for this." Said George as both men walked back towards the fireplace and home.

Back at the novelty shop, Fred and George found a very irate Santa Claus on their hands. They'd always thought he was a kindly old elf, but then no one had ever kidnapped him before. They'd seen their little sister and their mother in a high temper, and knew well to stay clear of both when those tempers were in full force. This was worse, and it was all their fault. Finally, Fred, in sheer desperation transfigured a stack of old dungbombs into a plate of gingerbread cookies and hesitatingly offered them to Santa. Santa took one look at the cookies, grabbed the plate from Fred's hands, sat down and began to methodically eat them one by one. "Ok boys." Santa said between bites. "You better have a very good reason to take me from my most important work, in such an underhanded method, and you better be planning on getting me home quick, or there will be many disappointed boys and girls, who I will be sending to your doorstep."

Fred gulped, then said. "We were desperate. Our delivery orders are exceeding our ability to deliver them efficiently. We've tried everything we can think of, but nothing is working. We figured you have the best method out there, and if we could just somehow get your method from you, we could at least catch up on our backlog." "That's why? Santa Claus said incredulously, "You kidnapped me for that?" With that said, Santa reared back his head and laughed uproariously. When he finally caught his breath and calmed back down, he smiled at the astonished Weasley brothers and said. "You could have just asked. I know what fine work you do, and I would have been glad to share with you." George took a moment to smack his brother on the back of the head. Fred rubbing his head said. "Really? Well…Is there a chance that you would still be willing to share?"

Christmas morning, Fred and George found themselves at their parent's house preparing to open their gifts. George said to his brother. "I am glad that Santa Claus allowed us access to his special floo powder." "Yeah, allowed. I guess you can call it that. Considering in trade we have to supply him with exploding candy canes and talking chocolate frogs for the next ten years." Replied Fred. "Well, I'm just glad he didn't hand our butts over to the ministry of magic." Said George. "True." Said Fred, reaching into his Christmas stocking. "What did you get?" asked George. "coal' said Fred in disgust. "me too.' Said George with a sigh.