A/N: Now is the time to say that I won't be taking any more requests for awhile, I have too many to work with as it is. As well, I would also like to take this oppurtunity to plug my new series called Mirror Magic where the Twilight characters find themselves tossed into a different fairy tale in each chapter. Perhaps you'd be interested? This chapter is dedicated to Demolition Lovers who gave me this idea. I know I've been a little slack on the updates lately, but I don't work again until Monday so I should have time to update both Snowflakes and Mirror Magic multiple times. Read and review? Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

"I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus, underneath his beard so snowy white!" Emmett sung as he made his way towards the stairs. "Oh what a laugh it would've been if daddy had only seen mommy kissing Santa Claus last night!"

There was nothing like a good Christmas carol to get someone into the mood for a good snowball fight. He knew that his wife and siblings were already out back pelting the snow at each other, but he refused to join them when they first went out. No, Emmett had refused to leave his room until he had gotten his secret weapon.

Patting the pocket of his jeans, he prepared to mount the stair banister and attempt sliding down, but then thought better of it.

Esme would kill me if we had a repeat of last time… He thought, as he began down the steps.

He had only made it about four steps before the front door opened. Afraid that it was Edward or Alice with a hand full of snow to pelt him with because he didn't join them yet, Emmett flew back up the stairs and hid behind the banister.

Still having a clear view of the door, he peered around the corner of the beam he was currently hiding behind.

Esme came out of the living area and opened the door, revealing none other than jolly old St. Nick. Them an in red dropped his toy bag on the floor, before closing the door behind him.

Emmett saw Santa shoot a quick glance upwards towards the door frame. Following his gaze, he noticed that his mother and Santa Claus were standing right underneath a sprig of mistletoe.

Without a second thought, Santa leaned in and Esme followed suit. There, right before Emmett's eyes, was his mother, not kissing his farther, but the one and only true elf of the north.

Gasping, Emmett shut his eyes in fear and ran as quietly as he could down the hallway and to the back set of stairs. Within seconds, he had made his way silently down to the main level of the house and out the back door.

As soon as he was outside, a snowball collided with the side of his face.

"Yes! I got him first! Rosalie, you owe me driving right in the M3 for a week!" Jasper exclaimed excitedly.

Groaning, Rosalie nodded solemnly.

"Hey guys! You'll never guess what I just saw!" Emmett whispered, causing his siblings to crowd around him.

"Please say that it isn't something like Santa's sleigh like last year." Edward moaned.

"I remember that," Rosalie added. "Emmett made us all go up onto the roof to look for hoof prints."

"Guys! You've got to believe me! This is some juicy stuff!" Emmett persisted.

"Spill Emmett." Alice demanded. "Some of us want to get on with our game."

"Okay, so you can't tell anyone, especially not Carlisle."

Everyone waited for the punch line.

"I saw mommy, I mean Esme, kissing Santa Claus!"

A collective group of groans echoed throughout the thick air.

"Emmett! Stop the madness!" Jasper cried out.

"There is no Santa Claus! Didn't you learn that by the time you were five or something?" Alice wondered.

"I know I did… By the time I was three." Rosalie boasted.

"Look, dear brother of ours," Edward began, throwing an arm around Emmett's shoulders. "There isn't, never was, and never will be a Santa Claus. They're all just people in suits and fake beards."

"But… but-"

"Give it up bro, let's just get back to the game." Jasper said, currently molding some snow between his hands.

"Urgh! But if Esme leaves Carlisle for Santa, you'll all think twice before not listening to me!"

Just inside, staring out at the scene from one of the many couches situated to face towards the glass wall, Esme was cuddled deep into the arms of her vampire mate.

"So, do you think that we should tell him that you were playing Santa for the children's ward at the hospital today at work, dear?" Esme smiled.

"Nah, let's let him suffer at the hands of his siblings and wife for a little while." Carlisle replied.

"Honey? Are you alright?" Esme asked a little concerned.

"Yes darling, but if you don't recall correctly, I think he still needs to be punished a little."

"Why?"

Frowning at the memory, Carlisle responded, "He had us up on the roof as well, if you didn't remember."

Esme giggled a little before glancing up at her husband.

"Carlisle?"

"Yes?"

"You forgot to take your spectacles off."

Pulling her closer to him, Carlisle whispered quietly, "I think I'll leave them on a little longer. I've become quite fond of them."

"But you don't need them to see."

"No, but they magnify your lovely features ever so slightly."

After a moment of silence, Esme piped up, "Dear?"

"Hmm?"

"Mommy wants to kiss Santa Claus again."

Chuckling, he complied to her wishes.