Ianto looked out over the mall, searching for Jack.

He had wandered off again with the two oldest beasts and Ianto wondered if he should just get a bloody harness for him, not Babs.

Finally, he saw Jack striding over with his two little ducklings following, their parcels in their arms.

"Sorry Hon, Walt wanted the loo" Jack smiled as he helped Walter and Stephen put their things down.

"How's our boy?" Jack asked looking down at an angry looking Babbit.

"Tonny is tired and wants to see Santa!" Babbit growled, "He is so upset at you!"

Jack glanced at the happy little boy, chewing on his teething ring with determination.

"Oh?" Jack grinned at Ianto and then spoke to the little cherub in the pushchair.

"I'm sorry Prince Tonny, the magnificent one." Jack crooned and the little baby grinned up at him with a waving hand to be kissed.

"aw" Jack gushed, kneeling to do just that.

"Come on, we don't want to keep him waiting" Ianto quipped, pushing Babbit towards the line of children.

As they stood waiting, Walter and Stephen pushed each other, shoving each other out of the line.

"Stop it!" Jack hissed, "Santa can see you."

"that's not Santa!" Babbit snorted, "He's too skinny!"

"Santa has dieted all year to be able to eat all the Christmas lollies and drink all the yummy drinks left out for him" Stephen said, showing the Harkness-Jones quick mind.

"Right!" Babbit scoffed with narrowed eyes.

"Did you … do that thing you needed to do?" Ianto asked calmly, as he pulled Walter away from Stephen again.

"Yep" Jack grinned.

It was their turn and the boys trudged up for their photo with Santa.

"Ho, ho, ho. Who do we have here!" Santa said in a booming voice.

"Are you really Santa?" Babbit demanded and Stephen giggled.

"Babs!" Walter hissed, rolling his eyes.

"Ah. Let me see. I am guess you are the …." An elf scooted forward and whispered to Santa who nodded and checked the clipboard shoved at him, "Good. Good. Production is looking good. Tell them no more skateboards, focus on the Barbie Dolls."

"Now. Yes. Harkness-Jones children!" he frowned as Babbit's mouth fell open. "Stephen, Walter, baby Carlton and as for you Noah, do you want a lump of coal?"

Babbit was in shock, gaping at the man who had just totally rocked his world.

The elf gave Jack the thumbs up and Jack grinned as he blew her a kiss.

"Oh my god!" Babbit enthused, "You ARE Santa."

"Yes, I got your E-mail and I must say, you do want a lot young man, considering you are only barely on the nice list right now!"

Ianto relaxed as the boys posed for the family pic, carefully positioning his wee boy with nervous hands.

Once the photos were taken he rushed forward to reclaim Ton and found Santa enamored with the bub.

"Such intelligent eyes" he was crooning, "You are a real thinker, aren't you?"

"Ton has a Downer syndrome" Babbit told Santa, "So he will always be special."

Santa looked up as Ianto approached, smiling nervously as he carefully gathered the baby and kissed his little face while telling him he was such a good boy for Santa.

Jack lifted Babbit down and Santa reached out, hooking his arm.

"Look mate, me oldest has DS, don't give up. He is seventeen and the bloody light of me life. Me and the missus wouldn't have 'im any other way!" a suddenly cockney voice whispered.

Jack smiled and thanked Santa for his kind heart and then peeled off a fifty-pound note for Babbit to proudly place in the collection box by the chair for the homeless children.

He then watched Ianto as he buckled Ton into his pushchair with a look of total devotion.

Yeah.

Wouldn't have him any other way.