Author: I forgot I how much trouble I had writing Jamie XD I'm not too happy with how this turned out, but it's as good as it gonna get. Not much happens in this one, mostly it's me writing about some headcanons I have for this universe.

Disclaimer: I don't own ROTG.

What to ask, what to ask...

Early November, two days after Halloween, Jack visited Jamie again bringing early snow with him despite it being the middle of Autumn. The seasonals have a deal amongst them, Spring started early in Germany, Summers lasted longer in Scotland and Autumn started halfway through Summer in Norway. When giving the choice Jack had chosen Burgess, because he 'woke up' there and because for some reason he always kept returning there.

Now centuries later Jack is happy he chose Burgess so he can visit his first believers as often as remotely possible.

Only during this visit Jack found Jamie doing something many other kids the boy's age did as soon as Halloween was over.

Jamie was writing a letter to Santa.

Said task is a tad harder when you've actually met Santa a couple of months earlier.

"You know?" Jack said, lounging untop of Jamie's dresser, the bag of candy Jamie got while trick or treating in the Winter spitit's pale hands. "I'm kinda glad you're not one of those kids who sends their list during Summer."

This is the right time to make your Christmas list. Autumn is when the busyness in the workshop really begins.

"What does North think of those?" James asked turning his chair around so he could look at his best friend.

Jack shrugged digging his hand deeper in the bag with candy. "Depends whether the kid that sent the letter is on the nice list or not and on what they ask." The white-haired youth grinned triumphantly when he pulled out a large jawbreaker made to look like an eye. "Hey can I have this one kiddo?"

"Sure," Jamie answered having already turned back to his desk. "Must be hard not getting any candy." The ten-year-old mumbled while chewing on the end of his pen and gazing at the still blank sheet of paper.

"Wha fo you meafn?" Jack's response garbled do to the large piece of candy in his mouth.

Again Jamie turned to look at his friend laughing quietly when he sees Jack's relaxed position on the otherwise uncomfortable dresser. "Well, the Tooth Fairy is your mom, so I thought you didn't get to have much candy while growing up."

Involuntary Jack smirked, that's what his mom thought too. He took the jawbreaker out of his mouth, his fingers automatically becoming a sticky mess. "That's conveniently forgetting that my dad is Santa Claus and my uncle the Easter Bunny."

As Jack falls back into nostalgic memories of chocolate, candy canes and jelly beans Jamie goes back to staring at the blank sheet of paper. "What to ask, what to ask..." He mumbled absently tapping his pen against his desk.

"You know," Jack said putting his jawbreaker down, the ball of candy fell from the dresser and rolled over the floor only to disappear underneath the bed, not that either of the boys cared. Jack started searching through the bag of candy again. "after helping us out like you and your friends did on Easter, you can all probably ask for the biggest, most ridiculous thing in the world and dad would still get it for you."

So he could basically ask everything he wanted...

"That only makes it harder!" Jamie moaned twisting his chair around in agony, how can he possibly decide what to ask. "What if I sound selfish?" Deciding he needed help Jamie glanced at Jack. "Hey Jack, what did you ask for Christmas when you were young?"

Jamie immediately regretted his question, obviously Jack's Christmases were a lot different from those of other people. Jack's dad is Santa Claus! Naturally Jack's Christmases would have been awesome!

The pensive look on his friend's face stops Jamie from taking his question back. "Jack?"

Jack's was gazing at the ceiling, with a far away look in his eyes and his lips pursed as he thought back to his father's holiday and how he spent those. "You know..." Jack said after a while. "I had a pretty selfish Christmas wish myself when I was your age."

"What was it?"

"To have my dad home for Christmas."

Jamie let out a quiet gasp, having Santa as a dad seemed super cool, and to be honest Jamie envied the spirit of Winter for having such a awesome dad while his own dad who was at work 6 days a week. But to not have your dad there for Christmas? "How did you celebrate it then?" He asked, still very curious to the life of his immortal friend.

That brought the bright smile back on Jack's face. "It wasn't that different from how most people spend it." He said sitting up. "Okay I spend the day helping dad prepare the sleigh an all, but later on the whole family would get together, not just me, mom, Bunny and Sandy, but also aunt Katherine and grandfather Ombric. The kitchen yeti made a great feast, dad would leave before dinner though. The rest of the night was spend with aunt Katherine telling stories, Sandy playing them out in dreamsand."

Jamie can't imagine Jack, let alone a younger version of him, sitting still f or long, so this 'aunt Katherine' person must be a great story teller to accomplish Jack to calmly listen to tales. He has to ask Jack about her someday.

Still... "Helping Santa prepare his sleigh sounds so much more fun than going what I do, mom always has me go caroling and- What's so funny?" The ten-year-old asked when Jack began laughing, nearly rolling of the dresser as he laughed loudly.

"Humans!" Jack managed through his laughter. "And the Christmas songs they made up the past two centuries!"

Before Jamie could ask what Jack meant, the Winter child started singing- loudly and purposely of-key.

"I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn't see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peek
She thought I was tucked
Up in my bedroom fast asleep.

Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white.
Oh, what a laugh it would have been,
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night!

Jamie rolled his eyes, cringing at the volume of Jack's voice during that finale note. It figured that'd be his favorite Christmas song.