A/N: This chapter goes out to Dolphinace who gave me the idea for this chapter. People, I am writing the requests in no particualar order, just whatever one I get inspiration for. Also, I am not taking any more requests. I may have more than I can use before Christmas. Side note: When I kill a character, they can be alive in the next chapter again because the only thing these oneshots have in common is the fact that they are supposed to get you into the Christmas spirit. Another thing, if any one can tell me what the Peter Pan reference is in this chapter, props to you. Read and reveiw?

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


I Do Believe In Santa

"Time to sleep, Bella."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes. It's Christmas Eve and you'll no doubt need your strength in the morning since you'll be spending Christmas with my family."

"After I spend a few hours with Charlie, of course."

"Of course."

"Edward?"

"What is it, my love?"

"Do I have to go to sleep? I'd much rather stay up a little while longer with you." Bella admitted, rolling over on her bed so she was facing him.

Chuckling, he replied, "Maybe just a few more minutes; but then it's sleep time for the human."

They were both silent for a few moments, before Bella asked a question.

"Edward? Why do you never get underneath the covers with me?"

Automatically, he responded, "I don't want to cold from my body to make you uncomfortable and unable to sleep."

"After being with you all of this time, do you honestly still think that I mind your temperature?"

"I know you don't mind it consciously, Bella, but subconsciously your body knows what temperature it should be at. Personally, I don't think that minus four or so degrees is normal for a human." Edward murmured, wrapping his arm around her blanket-clad self more tightly than before.

Bella took a moment's hesitation before speaking again. "As a Christmas present," She began, "Would you grant me just one night of knowing for a fact that you'll still be here all night long?"

Edward just stared at her through the darkness.

Without a word, Bella just tugged at the covers, knowing that he could see it.

Sighing, Edward consented with a "Fine, but if you get too cold, you have to promise to tell me."

"I promise."

It took him only seconds to get up and pull back the covers. Wrapping his arm around her tiny waist, she let the parts of her arms that weren't covered by her t-shirt rest lightly on top of his.

Just when she was beginning to enjoy the feeling of him being so close to her, and knowing that he wouldn't leave her until when she woke up, Edward decided to burst her happy high.

"Bella, I said that I'd stay under the covers with you, but now it's time for you to try and sleep."

"But Edward, it's Christmas Eve! No self-respecting teenager goes to sleep this early on Christmas Eve!"

"It's almost midnight. Besides, Santa won't come until you're fast asleep." He jested.

"Edward, you're over one hundred years old. You of all people shouldn't be joking about the existence of Santa."

"So you're saying that you don't believe?"

"No."

"But you believe in vampires." She could almost feel his grin it was that big.

"If you want me to go to sleep, you really should stop joking around."

"Santa-hater."

"Edward, I'm only going to say this once: There is no such thing as Santa Claus!"

All of a sudden, the soft tinkling of bells sounded from over by her window.

Gulping, Edward managed to get out, "So, you still don't believe in Santa?"

Looking over her shoulder at him, she whispered "I do believe in Santa, I do, I do."