"Good morning, Santa." The elves spoke in unison as the big man himself entered the factory.

He shuddered a little, "You know, Bernard, that kind of gets creepy after a few decades. Is there anything to report?"

The head elf took a clip board from Curtis, "Everything is on schedule for next week's delivery, Santa. In fact, we may be a little ahead of schedule."

"Good. Good. That will give you more time to work with Frost on that glee club." He gave his friend a crooked smile, "How is that coming along, anyway?"

Bernard groaned. He had watched Frost flirt with Caycee every other day for the past couple of weeks, "There are seven members counting Frost and myself. Judy, Mark, Kari, and Steve are blooming whereas your daughter has stolen the spotlight. She is easily the most talented of the group- and that is without any bias, sir."

He gave the head elf a knowing smile, "I take your word on that, Bernard. Tell Jack that Mrs. Claus and I wish to see a show tonight to kick off the Christmas week. You have the day off."

"But it's a week-"

"Go, Bernard."

The elf nodded and turned away, rolling his eyes. He made his way to the theatre, "Watch something go wrong. It's a week before Christmas and Curtis is in charge. Does he not remember what happened last time?" He walked into the auditorium and froze, "Holy tinsel."

The stage was set with lavish Christmas decorations to look like a living room on Christmas Eve. Even Bernard had to admit that Frost did a great job on it.

"Are you ready yet?" Jack's voice came from the sound booth above Bernard, "You don't have a complicated costume."

Caycee ran on stage, looking slightly flushed and completely beautiful. She wore a white ball gown that made her look angelic. She smiled at the back of the auditorium, "We're all set! Do you really think he'll enjoy it?"

The end of "A Chimpunk's Christmas" played through the speakers and Jack made his way to the stage, "You choreographed it with him in mind. I'm sure he'll love it."

Her smile brightened and she spotted Bernard, "Hey, B! We came up with something new while you were working. Check it out!"

The song ended and Frost took Caycee's hand. He led her center stage and handed her off to Mark. She lifted her skirt as the Trans-Siberian Orchestra's "Carol of the Bells" began.

Bernard realized quickly that this was a dance routine and nothing more as watched Caycee and Mark waltz around the stage. Jack obviously stood in the dead center of the stage, watching them spin gracefully around him. There was a pause in the music as Caycee twirled into Jack's waiting arms. Bernard unknowingly held his breath.

The tempo picked up dramatically and Frost tore the fabric of her dress off to reveal a dark emerald and ruby outfit that reminded the head elf of a character's signature Rock/Goth outfit off of that Nickelodeon ghost kid cartoon. Jack jerked Caycee from arm to arm as the other elf glee members jumped onto the stage.

Their dancing was incredible. Caycee and Jack had turned their movements into a battle of seduction as the elves paired up to do difficult and awe inspiring steps. It was impossible to describe how well choreographed the routine was.

At some point, Bernard remembered how to breathe. He watched as Caycee smirked with determination with wide, anticipating eyes. Yet, it was Jack who had her in his thrall towards the end. He dipped her low as the final note rang, and as the other couples twirled around them, Frost jerked her up into his body and kissed her. The stage then went black.

Caycee's voice echoed joyously, "Well, B? Did you like it?"

"Y-yeah!" The head elf unclenched his fists, "Billy, you can turn the lights back on now."

The stage was illuminated, as was a sight Bernard didn't particularly want to see. Caycee squealed and kissed Jack, "I told you that you didn't need any tap dancing in a routine for people to like it!" She giggled, kissing him a third time.

"Ahem." He walked down to the stage, his eyebrow raised, "Does Santa know about your relationship?"

"It's… Uh… Relatively new." Caycee blushed, not sure on how to feel about the calculating look on her best friend's face.

Jack nodded slowly, "Yes, and we're not sure on how well the big elf will react to the news, especially at this important time of the year."

"B… Please, don't tell?" She gave him her best puppy dog face.

He sighed, "As you wish."