'Ello, mates! Okay so here's part two to my Soda Christmas fic...Enjoy!

~Rosey

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS SODA

PART TWO: THE NORTH POLE

When Soda woke up a reindeer was eating his jacket.

So he did as any of us would do...He screamed like a little girl and leaped backwards. "STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU OVERSIZED BOOGER BRAIN!" Only then did he realize he was surrounded by all eight reindeer and they were all staring at him. Then he realized he was laying in very wet and cold snow. Then he realized some of the snow was yellow so he jumped up real fast. "DBWAHHH!" He exclaimed. Or something like that.

"Hohoho," a deep, jolly laugh made Soda turn around fast and then he almost passed out. The reindeer were attached to THE sleigh. And inside THE sleigh was THE Santa Claus.

"OH MY HORSIE!" Soda cried. "HE'S REAL HE'S REAL HE'S REAL! DALLY LIED! I KNEW THERE WAS A REAL SANTA!"

"Sodapop Curtis," Santa smiled widely as if he and Soda were long lost friends. "Welcome to the North Pole."

"Thank you your Santaness!" Soda exclaimed, running over to Santa and sitting by him in the sleigh. But then he paused. "Am I really going to have to be Rosebud's Christmas gift? 'Cause I don't think Darry would approve of that little development."

"Hohoho, no, Soda, no. Shmirkle and Durkle are relatively new at this. They don't know you can't kidnap people for other people's gifts. I'm getting Rosebud a DVD copy of The Outsiders instead. I figured that would work for her."

Though Soda had no idea what The Outsiders or a DVD was, he just nodded in relief. "Good. She scares me."

("But Soda I want you to be my Christmas gift!" I cry.

"Too bad," he replies.

"Humph," I say.)

Anyway, back to the story, Soda was now trying to figure out just how he would get home when Santa seemed to read his thoughts. "Well Sodapop I'll take you home in my sleigh and you can help me with my rounds before we reach your house. Would you like that?"

"ACK! IT'S ONLY THE DREAM OF MY LIFE!" he squealed.

"Then by all means, you start up the team," Santa smiled.

"REALLY? I GET TO SAY THE DASH AWAY ALL THING?" Soda was more excited than he had been in a long time. Now he may be seeming a tad bit out of character here but I assure you if anybody in the world met Santa, they would respond the same way. Even Darry would go ballistic.

"Yes you can," Santa smiled down at the seventeen-year-old.

"OHBOYOHBOYOHBOY!" And with that Soda grabbed the reigns and shouted "ON DASHER, ON DANCER, ON PRANCER, AND VIXEN! ON COMET, ON CUPID, ON DONDER, AND THE LAST ONE NOBODY CAN EVER REMEMBER!" This recieved him a very ugly look from Blitzen but the reindeer still started up and suddenly the sleigh was flying through the sky. "OHMIGOSH WE'RE FLYING!" Soda yelped, looking down. Then he suddenly remembered his irrational fear of heights. And he yelped again, though this time not out of joy, and he covered his eyes quickly with his hands. "We're gonna die, old man!" he cried in terror.

"Sodapop I've done this millions of times. I promise we're not going to die," Santa smiled kindly.

"Yeah, but look at you! Your hair's gone white from the worryin' that you're gonna fall! I can't lose this!" he cried, his hands clamping over his golden hair.

"Soda, I'm six hundred, seventy five thousand, three hundred and fifteen years old. If I'm not a little white haired I'd be worried," Santa chuckled.

"Man that's old," Sodapop was shocked.

"And still young," Santa winked. "Ah here we are. First stop: Hong Kong!"

After many, many stops around many, many places around the world, the sleigh finally landed on top of the Curtis house.

"Thank you so much for taking me around the world in under six hours!" Soda smiled. "Don't know how you did it, but I'm not one to question. If I was there'd be a WHOLE lotta questions coming your way right now."

Santa laughed and reached into his bag in the back of the sleigh. He then drew forth three boxes and handed them to Soda. "There's one for each of you three Curtis brothers."

Soda beamed. "Thank you Santa!" he cried, giving the old man a huge hug. "Sorry," he apologized after the hug. "I've always wanted a hug from Santa."

"Hohohoho," Santa laughed. "Hohohohohoho-"

Suddenly the world around Soda went all sparkly like you see in the waking-up-from-a-dream sequences you see in movies, and then everything went black.

When Soda woke up again, he found himself still sprawled out on the couch, a glass of empty milk in one hand and cookie crumbs coating the other. "Aww poop," he said. "It was just a dream."

Or was it? Only days later Sodapop was admitted into the hospital for a spleendectimy.

(Oh, just for you curious peeps out there...for Christmas Ponyboy got a new notebook and the name of about ten different publishing companies, Soda got a plushie horse he named Mickey Mouse, and Darry got a pair of dancing shoes and a record with a futuristic sounding song on it called "Time of My Life." But he said that kind of music only causes dirty dancing.)

AAAANND SCENE! Yupyup there's the end! Well I hope you all enjoyed, laughed a little, and HAVE A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS SEASON!

REVIEW?

~Rosey