Johan07: Sorry if this is past due for a Christmas special. I hope you guys still like it anyway.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Pokémon.

Rated: K+

Genre (s): Humor/Family

Word Count: 2,014

Pairing (s): None

Character (s): Ash (13-14), Delia (early-40's), and everyone else who appears in this shot - cameo

Summary: A series of funny one-shots that involves around Ash and your favorite anime characters from the Pokémon series. Some one-shots can be really, REALLY random at times, so you have been warned!

Ash's Little Mishaps

Night Before Christmas

No… WAY!

There was no way he was going to wear something like THAT on Christmas Eve.

Or for that matter, tomorrow night at the Christmas party.

NOT IN A MILLION YEARS!

He would rather give up his trainer license right now than doing something so embarrassing like THAT again.

"No, Mom, I won't do it." Ash told his mother.

"But, honey…" Delia pouted.

"No."

"Please…"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because, Mom… I-I just can't do it." The young boy shyly looks away from his beloved mother with a deep blush on his face. "…Not in front of everybody."

"But, honey… You didn't have a problem with it before." Delia tried to reason with her stubborn son.

"That's because I was little, Mom." He explained with a deep frown.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Mom!" Ash groaned.

The young woman sighed. "At least try it on."

"No."

"But, honey…" The young mother pouted again. "You would look cute in it." Cute? No. More like making a fool of himself is more like it.

"No way,"

"Oh, come on, Ash." Delia was starting to lose her patience with her dear son and his stubborn attitude. "Do you know how difficult it was to find one in your size?"

Should he really answer that?

"Really hard," His mother stated. "So please…" Once again, the young woman pushed the outfit that she wants her son to wear in front of his face. "Wear it." She begged. "For me," She begged again.

"Mom…" Her son groaned.

"Pretty please…" This time Delia pleaded with the famous puppy dog eyes look.

It never fails.

Seeing that his mother was using it, the young boy quickly reacted by turning away. He fell for her little stunt once. It's not going to happen twice. "Why can't you ask Gary?" He suggested while still avoiding eye contact with his mother. "I'm sure he will be happy to do it."

"It won't be the same." Delia put on a face.

Ash sighed.

"You have been the Christmas angel ever since you were four. You can't break the tradition now." His mother added.

"I'm sorry, Mom," He tried to sound sincere. "But I just can't do it."

"But, Ash…"

"I'm not a little baby, Mom." Ash pointed out. "So stop treating me like one." He told her while trying his best to resist her puppy dog eyes look. "And plus, it's a little embarrassing each time you make me wear it." He slightly blushed.

"But, honey…"

Ash shook his head. "Please understand, Mom. I love you, but you need to stop."

"Oh, I see now…" The young woman lowered the outfit and her head down, with her front bangs covering her face. "You don't want me to be happy, is that it?"

"Mom… I didn't…"

"No, honey, don't say another word." Delia cut off her son. "I understand."

"Mom, don't take it the wrong way." The young boy tried to reason with his beloved mother, but to no avail.

"It's okay, baby." The young woman lifted her head up and gave her baby boy a sad smile.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"Mom…" Why does his mom have to be like this? Now she's making him look like he's the bad guy instead of her.

Paying no attention to her son's little cry, she shook her head and continued. "Forcing you to do something isn't right. I know that now and you're right. You're not a little baby anymore. You're a full-grown young man, but you will always be my little Ashy." Ash blushed.

"Mom!" Why did she have to go and say something like that?

"It's true. No matter how much you have grown. You will always be my little baby." Delia told her son, which causes him to groan once again. "And that is why it's a little hard for me to let go of something that reminds me so much of my little Ashy and his happy days when he was young."

Ash frowned.

Did the Christmas angel tradition really mean that much to his dear mother?

"But since you don't want to continue the tradition by being this year's Christmas angel for the party," Her voice started to crack. "Then I understand." She choked back a sob. "I could always ask Gary or Max to do it." Tears started to water up within her eyes. "But like I said before, it won't be the same." Soon she choked back another sob, with wet tears now escaping from her eyes.

The young boy bit his lower lip.

It looks like that did the trick and he could not believe it. He was falling for the same guilt trip from before. First, it was the pink plush doll incident and now this.

When will he learn?

I can't believe I'm doing this. Ash heaved a sigh.

Paying no heed to his mother's crying, the young teenager took a brief second to look over at the white robe that his weeping parent was still holding within her grasp. True to her words, it was in his size. And just like any ordinary angel costume out there, it came with a fake halo and a pair of fake angel wings.

And it's all because of Mom. The young boy was regretting every inch of his decision. He could have just walk away, simple as that, but no… He had to let his conscience get the best of him yet again and for that. He was now paying the price for the same mistake he made from before.

The things he does for his mother's happiness and love.

"Fine…"

Delia's ears perked up when she heard this.

"What…?" The young mother said in a low tone as she stares at her son, with wet tears still streaming down from her eyes.

Her beloved son sighed. "I said fine, Mom." He restated his answer. "I-I'll do it. I'll be the Christmas angel, so please stop crying." He pleaded.

"Are you sure, honey?" His mother asked as she still didn't look too convinced by his answer.

The young teenager sighed again and nodded. "Yes, Mom, I'm sure." He assured her with a weak smile on his face.

"Great! I'm so happy to hear that!" Delia squeaked with a big smile on her face as she regained her composure.

Ash's eyebrows slightly twitched in annoyance on how fast his mother recovered from her mopey self.

Talk about being duped… again.

"Thank you so much, honey!" The young woman wrapped her son in a warm embrace. "You don't know how much this means to me." She cried with tears of joy.

Sighing, the disgruntled boy accepted the affectionate hug from his evil mother and said. "No problem, Mom."

"No problem at all…" He muttered.

Meanwhile…

Outside of Professor Oak's laboratory and in the backyard, preparations were being made for tomorrow night's Christmas bash.

Brock, Tracey, and Cilan were setting up tables.

Drew, Kenny, and Barry were arranging chairs.

Misty, May, and Max were setting up decorations.

Dawn and Zoey were decorating the Christmas tree with the help of their Pokémon.

And Nando was loosening up the mood by playing a few tunes from his Mew-like harp.

While most were assisting with the preparations, others, like Cynthia were either looking on or minding their own business.

Professor Oak was having a long conversation with his fellow colleagues.

Pikachu and its fellow Pokémon pals were having the time of their lives by enjoying each other's company.

Iris and Georgia were once again at each other's throat.

Bianca was chasing Luke's Zorua all over the place, with Luke trailing not too far behind her.

Ursula was getting some Coordinator pointers from both Harley and Soledad.

Cynthia was being Cynthia.

And shockingly enough, Trip was having a decent conversation with Paul, of all people.

All and all, the group was a lively bunch.

Except for one person,

"Hey… Brock?"

"Yeah, Gary?" The future Pokémon doctor stopped what he was doing and cranked his head over to his friend who was scanning around the area for something or someone. "What is it?"

Sighing, the young teenager turned his attention over to the older male and asked. "Have you seen Ash? I can't find him anywhere."

"Hmm…" Brock thought for a moment. Now that Gary mentioned it, he did saw Ash with his mom not too long ago. They both went inside the lab and ever since then they never came back, which was a little odd.

What happened to them?

"Excuse me, everyone! Can I have your attention please?"

That cheery voice sounded like Delia.

Soon every single person turned their undivided attention over to Delia who unexpectedly appeared before them with a big smile on her face. "Now that I have everyone's attention, I would like to present you this year's Christmas angel."

Stepping to the side, the young mother presented the group her son who was blushing like crazy and for many good reasons. One: He was in his Christmas angel getup, two: Gary and a few other guys were laughing their heads off at him, three: some of the girls were taking pictures of him and posting them on Facebook, and lastly enough: his mother was making things worse by asking the group if he looked adorable in his cute little outfit.

This was one moment Ash will never forget for the rest of his life.

A/N: Like I said before, I'm sorry for the last Christmas post. Just be glad I didn't drop it when I came back home from my little trip. Anyway, I hope you guys like it. Please R & R! Thank you! Until next time, peace out!

P.S. - Give the proofreading and editing credit to my beta-reader, Final Heir.

Johan07