A/N: This is the promised sequel to the earlier chapter Tacky. Read and review? Enjoy!

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


Costumes On Christmas

"I'm going to kill Edward."

"Technically, he's already dead."

"Then I'll rip him to shreds and burn the pieces, thus ending his existence."

"Emmett!"

"What?"

"Don't talk about him like that!"

"But Alice, this is torture and he's the one who got me into it!"

"Well, he was right about volunteering you to be Santa," Alice chucked as she tightened the black belt around his waist, making sure that the gold buckle stayed as shiny as possible. "You're the only one who would fit into the suit!"

"Curse my large muscles and well defined body." Emmett muttered under his breath.

"Emmett, don't be smug."

"I wouldn't have to be if you didn't put me in this position."

"I didn't," She smiled.

Emmett raised and eyebrow.

"Edward did, remember?"

After a moment of silence, it was as if a light bulb went off over his head.

"Alice, why am I even in this suit? I think that it'd put my mind at ease slightly if you told me."

"Oh! I completely forgot! Bella's coming over later and I want to get a couple of group pictures with everyone in costume."

"Hold up, everyone?"

"Yes. You're Santa, I'm forcing Rosalie into an outfit for Mrs. Claus, and Jasper's already and elf."

"What about you?"

"I'm the photographer."

"And Edward?" Emmett prompted.

"Umm…"Alice hesitated, having not yet chosen a costume for Edward.

"I'll pay for your next shopping trip if you make him my head elf."

"Deal."