Woo-hoo into first, double digit fic of Christmas!

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Skye opened her light brown eyes tinged with pink about half way, and looked around her pup house. After a few moments, the cockapoo realized something didn't feel right. Since become mates, Rubble had always slept with her in her pup house. Now however, the bulldog was gone.

She stood up and walked to the door and opened it. It was a beautiful, clear night. And the stars shone brightly in the sky. In the moonlight, she was able to make out a familiar shadow underneath a nearby tree. As she sat down next to the figure, Rubble's orange-amber eyes met her own.

"Hey, what are you doing up?" He asked.

Even though he probably couldn't see it, she raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

The bulldog gave a sly grin. "I asked you first."

She smiled and gave a dramatic sigh. "Fine. . . I was looking for you." Her smile widened as she realized what was off when she first woke up. "I woke up and I couldn't hear you snoring."

"I do not snore." He said in mock outrage.

"Yes," She smiled, "yes you do. . . Now what are you doing out here?"

He turned his attention back at the stars. "I couldn't sleep. . . So I thought I'd come look at the stars."

"Are you sure you weren't looking for Santa?" Skye said the smile still on her face.

"Okay, maybe just a little." He blushed as he smiled at her. Then he looked at the sky once more, and started to sing. . .

Jolly old St. Nicholas, lean your ear this way.

Don't you tell a single soul, what I'm going to say.

Christmas Eve is coming soon. Now you dear old man.

Whisper what you'll bring to me. Tell me if you can.

When the clock strikes twelve, when we're fast asleep.

Through the Lookout, in red and black, with your bag you'll creep.

All the stocking you will find, hanging in in a row.

Mine will be the yellow one, you'll be sure to know.

Suddenly, Rubble stopped and looked at the cockapoo. "The next part of the song doesn't make sense for the PAW Patrol."

She stared at him for a moment as she remembered the next part. "Johnny wants a pair of skates, Susie want's a sled. Nellie want's a picture book, yellow, blue, and red. . . Your right" After a moment she smiled. "Well . . . lets just skip it. . . Ready?

He nodded, and they sang the last part together. . .

Now I think I'll leave to you what you give the rest.

Choose for me dear Santa Clause, you will know the best.

Everybody chant with me. . . TWO MORE LEFT, TWO MORE LEFT!

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