A.N: I have returned with more Christmas cheer! I would like to thank everyone for reading/reviewing! :DD It makes me happy!

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EPOV

I sat at my piano, my fingers flowing half-heartedly across the ivory. Christmas songs were never as warm as they should be when one is being forced to play them. And according to Alice, that was all I had permission to play, or else she would personally destroy my entire music collection. I sighed and began a transitional bridge into "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas". Other than Alice becoming a Christmas dictator, I was looking forward to this holiday. Over the years, the Christmas spirit had eluded me. Perhaps it was because I knew what every one was planning on giving me, having seen it in their minds. Or maybe it is because I had no one to spend it with, seeing my family couple off in the romantic air that was covered in flecks of snow. No... it was most likely that up until recently I believed myself to be a soulless demon who had no business celebrating a religous holiday.

All of that was different now. With Bella with me...with Renesmee...with my family, I was finally open to the idea of what Carlisle had been trying to impress on me for years. Because no one could form a bond anywhere near the magnitude we had without having some kind of spirit.

"Daddy?" My daughter called, showing up beside the piano bench. I need to ask you something. She continued in her thoughts, begging my complete and undivided attention. I chuckled inwardly, guessing what this was about. Bella had told me last night after Nessie had gone to bed that she had some curious questions about Christmas. I pulled my hands away from the keys and looked at her, only to see her standing with a manilla folder to her chest. She had a fiery look in her eyes, as if she were going into battle...or as if she were about to make an open statement in a murder trial. I patted the seat next to me, only to have her shake her head.

"Come with me." she commanded, before turning on her heel and headed toward the dining room, her red dress swaying around her as she walked. I smiled at her and shook my head, stifling a laugh. She was so vehement on getting her answers. Bella would swear up and down that Renesmee was exactly like me, but this just shows how much she is like Bella. She won't stop until all of her questions are answered. Nessie sat herself at the end of the table, in her grandfathers chair, with the manilla folder laid out in front of her. I smiled and sat myself to her right and raised my eyebrows, ready for her to ask away.

She started out with opening the folder and laying out a set of pictures. They all depicted tradtional Christmas songs and stories. She had Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, Frosty the Snowman, a woman kissing Santa Claus, and a bowl of flaming pudding-Figgy pudding. Once they were all laid out, she turned to me, her hands clasped together. "What do these have to do with Christmas?" she asked me. "People write songs about them and every knows who they are, but I don't understand what they have to do with Santa Claus and gifts."

"Well, love, Christmas isn't all about Santa." I started. She tilted her head, furrowing her eyebrows.

"But Momma said that Christmas is about giving gifts. And since Santa gives gifts without expecting anything in return...then Christmas is about Santa." She reasoned. I smiled, hearing the fervent belief she held for her mothers words in her thoughts. Nessie worshiped Bella, hanging onto her every word.

"Your mother is right, a part of Christmas is about generosity, which is mostly shown by giving gifts. So in a way it is about Santa, which eliminates these two." I said, pulling the Rudolph picture and the Santa picture away from the line up.

"No!" she cried taking them from me and putting them back before pointing to the reindeer. "The story of Rudolph has nothing about giving gifts and being generous. It's about a baby deer who was born with an abnormality and is constantly teased by mean reindeer. And then Santa, who didn't like him before because the reindeer didn't like him, uses him because he can't see! That's not a nice story! That's a story about bullying and peer pressure and not liking people for who they are, but what they can do!" She argued, but before I could answer she pointed to the Santa Clause picture. "There is a song about someones mommy kissing Santa Claus! THAT IS INFIDELITY!" She pointed to Frosty. "This is about children stealing a hat from someone and putting it on a snowman, which then comes to life! I'm sure grandpa can go over all the reasons this is completely impossible! But then the children follow the snowman around, they don't even know him! What about not talking to strangers!" She finally pointed to the bowl of pudding. "What does dessert have to do with Christmas? People should be thinking about giving gfts to people in need, not about their stomachs!" She finished her rant, her eyes blazing, daring me to contradict everything she just said.

I stared at her. I knew not to expect a normal childs reaction, not only because of Nessie's mentallity, but because of what Bella had told me about yesterday. I knew this... but to know that my daughter seemed to find every flaw there was in simple Christmas songs... it was unbelievable. And... it saddened me. Nessie wasn't going to be a normal child, I knew that, we all knew that, we had come to expect things like this to happen. But that didn't stop me from feeling my frozen heart grow heavy, knowing that she would never find the simple magic of Christmas that everyone else had when we were children.

I blinked, realizing that she was waiting for my answers.

"Listen, Nessie, Christmas is about a multitude of things. Generosity is only a small part of it."

"What else is it about, Daddy?" she asked, confused. I pointed at the Rudolph.

"A part of it is change. Allowing the spirit of Christmas to come and give you the courage to change into a better being. Like Santa and the mean reindeer in Rudolph. When Rudolph decided to forget about their cruellty and help save Christmas, the reindeer and Santa learned that they were wrong, and decided to change. They were never mean to him again. I'll read you a story later that may help you understand that better." I added, seeing a new look of concentration on her face. A Christmas Carol was the perfect story for that.

I like when you read to me! Nessie thought, allowing the excitment to blow through her questions. I smiled.

"I like reading to you." I pointed to the picture of "Mommy kissing Santa Claus". "Another part of Christmas is love. All kinds of love, people coming together over-" I pointed to the figgy pudding "food, gifts, decorations, shopping. All kinds of aspects of Christmas bring people together."

"Like how Mommy doesn't complain as much when Aunt Alice takes her Christmas shopping?" she asked. I chuckled and nodded.

"Exactly like that. Another part is trust." I pointed to Frosty. "There is something about the magic of Christmas that makes people more trusting in the things around them. Trust that you'll get a gift, trust that you'll celebrate with your family, trust that this year will be the best, all kinds of trust."

"Magic of Christmas?" she brightened at my words. I smiled, another reason why she was like Bella. They both believed in magic.

"Yes, magic of Christmas." I reached over and pulled her into my lap. "Did I answer all of your questions?" I asked, kissing the top of her head. She nodded, turning in my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck. "Okay, you're mother will be home from shopping soon, then we're going to the homeless shelter. Would you like to play Christmas songs with me?" I asked my angel. She smiled and nodded her head energetically.

Did Grandma make food for the homeless people? She makes good food! she asked as I carried her to the piano.

"Yes, she made a lot of food. I think we're going to make a lot of people happy today. It was a very good idea." A very good idea coming from a child. My child. And I could see that she was trying to come up with more good Christmas ideas. I couldn't be more proud to call her my daughter than I was now.

A/N: YAY! I love some Daddy/Daughter time :D reviews are loved!