Hey Everyone! Basically I went on this awesome choir trip to DC and am drowning in makeup work, but I did make sure to give you this little tidbit...hope you like it!!! And give Lucky Bear a hug for me!!!

Oh, and in case you forgot (like you would), I don't own any of this. That would be Shonda...and all those other cool people...:D

Addison and Mark joined Burke and Derek by the buffet table.

"What's going on?" asked Addison, looking at the five interns. Their expressions were almost comical, so full of horror.

"Santa didn't show," said Burke. "One of them has to suit up."

"I do not miss being an intern," said Mark.

"So," said Derek, trying to sound nonchalant and not succeeding, "You two…are together?"

"That's none of your business," said Mark. Addison put a hand on his arm. "It's fine," she said, before looking at Derek. "He's my date," she said, laughing a little with a note of finality that told everyone that the conversation was finished.

Derek looked at the interns, apparently unbothered. "It's going to be either Karev or O'Malley," he said.

Addison laughed. "I think we all know who it's going to be."

Back with the Chief, all three girls had stepped back, hands raised.

"I'm too small to be Santa," said Meredith. "And I'm not cheery. I'd probably make the kid cry."

"I'm a girl," said Izzie. "Can you imagine what would happen if the kid found out? We're talking major life scars here."

"I'm Jewish. And drunk. I'm drunk," said Christina simply, downing more punch.

The Chief pointedly ignored her comment (he'd rather not know what was going on), and turned to Alex and George.

"There's only one way to figure this out."

"Is it another slap fight?" asked George.

"Dude, I refuse to do that again. I'm sorry," cut in Alex.

"No," said the Chief. "And it's called open-handed combat. I'm talking paper, scissors, rock."

"I am really glad I'm a girl right now," said Christina. "Can I just say that? I said it. Hey, Mer, want some?" She held out her drink.

"I think I want to be sober for this," Meredith replied. "We'll drink later. After Georgie puts on the Santa costume."

"One, two, three...paper, scissors, rock."

"I win," grinned Alex. "Paper covers rock, O'Malley. Say hi to the kids for me."

"Oh, crap," said George.

Izzie took one look at the results and lost it.

"What happened?" asked Christina, between drinks.

"George is Santa," Meredith informed her.

"Oh." There was a pause before both started laughing hysterically.

"God hates me," George said, "and this so proves it."

"I believe you," said Izzie. "I call helping him get dressed!"

"Aw, man," said Meredith. "That's not fair."

"I'll tell you what's not fair," said Bailey suddenly. Everyone jumped, forgetting she was there.

"Nurse Debbie's grandkids are here."

"What?" asked Burke.

"Who's Debbie?" asked Mark.

"Oh, God, don't tell me you don't know who Debbie is," said Alex. "Dude, if Seattle Grace were a grapevine...which it well, is...she'd be the roots. She spreads gossip like..."

"That's it," said Burke. "I'm leaving."

"Too late," sighed Bailey. "They're already here. I never thought I'd say this, but I feel sorry for O'Malley. I'm going to go protect my son." She ran off, moving surprisingly fast even for Bailey.

"Mom! Mom!" yelled one of three kids that entered the room. "Where's Santa? I WANT SANTA!"

"COOKIES!" screamed the second one.

"Where's the reindeer, Mommy? You promised there would be reindeer. WAAHHHHH!!!" She sat on the floor and started trowing a temper tantrum.

"This is why I hate kids," said Christina.

"I'm going to go with Bailey on this one," said Meredith. "Yick."

On the other side of the room, the three attendings were completely ignorant to the incoming terrors.

"I knew it would be O'Malley," said Addison. "Based on the way the world works...it's that simple."

"Have you ever noticed 'Santa' and 'Satan' use the same letters?" asked Derek.

"Yes," the other two replied simultaneously.

"Addi-oh hi," said Brianna. "Funny to see all of you here. Listen...I hear that these terror kids are coming, and I'm supposed to warn you."

"OW!" they heard a voice shout.

"Dang it, I'm too late," said Brianna.

The yell had come from Callie, who currently had a kid attached to her hair.

"I want Santa! I want Santa!" the kid yelled.

The three attendings and teenager stood in shock.

"Who is that?" whispered Addison.

"Nurse Debbie's grandkids..." said Burke, flinching. "Last year they made Santa and a couple of the interns cry."

"Why are we whispering?" asked Mark.

"Shhh..." she hissed. "She might hear you...Debbie."

"That's...Bobby," said Brianna, looking quite frightened herself. "The one on the floor is Jill, and the one scarfing down the cookies is Paulie."

"With names like that, no wonder they're corrupted," said Mark. Addison smacked him. "What?" he said.

Brianna sighed. "Looks like I'm taking one for the team," she said, walking toward the kids.

"She's a martyr," said Derek. "I love that kid."

"She's fifteen, Derek," said Addison. "She's not a kid. God, she deserves so much more than she's getting."

"I'll agree to that," said Derek.

"Izzie, you're hurting me! Stop!" cried George. They stood in the hallway closet, Izzie (now in an elf costume that had come with the Santa suit) trying to shove a large pillow down the front of "Santa".

"Hey," said Izzie, "I've done this before. It's going to hurt, but that's just the way it is."

"I can't breathe," said George. His face was muffled by the beard that the enormous amount of stuffing that hadn't gone all the way into the costume.

"I can't get this in," said Izzie. "Just...hold on, I think I know how I can make this work, okay?"

"Iz, what are you going to-"

At that moment, Callie opened the door in time to see Izzie take a running leap and pin George against the wall.

"I got it!" she yelled, doing a little victory dance while still holding onto George.

Callie stared.

"Hi, Callie," said George. Izzie dropped to the floor.

"I um, was helping him get into his costume..." she said.

"Santa getting it on with an elf," said Callie.

"Oh, God," groaned George. "That is wrong on so many levels. Someone help me up."

Izzie tossed Callie a red bag and went to help George get up.

"What's this?" asked Callie.

"It's the Mrs. Claus costume," said Izzie. "Put it on."

"Seriously?"

"Sure," said Izzie. "I mean, I could get someone else, but you know...you kind of came in here so...yeah."

Callie opened the bag.

"What the hell are we doing?" moaned George.

Ah, George, you put it oh-so-well. Will Debbie's grandkids wreak havoc on Seattle Grace? inserts tacky, cheesy, overly dramatic cliffhanger music