Twelve Days of Christmas
A/N: Dedicated to the Beiste.
On the seventh day of Christmas...
There were times when Beiste regretted signing up for volunteering at school. She thought Schuester was kidding when he said that Figgins was a notorious penny pincher. But she didn't know the extent that penny pinching went.
"You're kidding me." Schuester said across teachers lounge. "Figgins volunteered you to be Santa at the Mall? And you actually said yes?"
"It sounded like a nice thing to do, and the kids can't be that bad."
"I want a unicorn!"
"Can you give my daddy common sense not to grill in the snow?"
"I want Barbie to be professional again instead of being a scarlet woman."
"My mother would be very happy if you told George Lucas to stop making new Star Wars movies."
"I want my Hogwarts letter!"
"I want to know your secret," said a very serious little boy, "how do you get to all the house in the world."
"Time travel," Beiste said, and when the boy didn't seem convinced she gently shoved him off, "why don't you run off before you get on the naughty list?"
As the boy stomped off, Beiste sat back in the chair looking at the eager looking girls and boys tugging at their parents waiting for their turn.
Truth was she didn't need Figgins to guilt or cajole her to the task. Even if she wasn't getting a penny out of it, this was what Christmas was about. There was something about seeing the hope of magic in those kids' eyes. Even with the most outlandish wishes, it was all about the belief of anything occurring. It may be the bit of sap in her, but she wished sometimes she could have that belief back. Not only would it make easier to face the world but it would help in football seasons too.
She smiled as the next child came up to her, and picked up her.
"And what do you want little girl?" Beiste asked.
The girl looked at her solemnly. "World peace."
…there were seven outlandish wishes.