Most characters and some mentioned events are the property of J.K. Rowling. Others are the creation and property of StuckOnPrivetDrive. This is an original story written by StuckOnPrivetDrive.

Liam Christopher Weasley-Malfoy has a secret that could end a dynasty…you ended centuries of Malfoy when you married me!... Tell him it's your way or he'll spend the rest of his life as a black spot on the family tree!... if you ever assault my son again it will be the last thing that you do!... It's just you and me.

This story is about the son of Ginny and Draco in "The Snitch Life". FYI I have not seen the movies nor have I read the published scripts of Fantastic Beast so my New York is nothing like J.K Rowling's.

A Disillusioned Life

One
"T'was Two Nights before Christmas"

"Civilization, we're almost there," Justin Nott cheered as the suburban neighborhood outside of London whipped pass. They had been stranded at Hogwarts in the middle of nowhere since September but it felt like forever. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was the same old place. It was drafty, rigorous, and pestered by Peeves. The Hogwarts express was still rickety as it approached London.

"Do you want to go for drinks tonight? I think Tommy and Evie are back in town." Nott asked as he began to collect his things.

"If I can get away," answered Liam. "You know my father can be such an ass about things."

Liam Weasley-Malfoy was a little over six feet tall, with flaming red hair and bright blue eyes. He was as handsome as Bill Weasley and in a certain light as pretty as Narcissa Malfoy. He was intelligent, athletic, artistic, and unfazed by how handsome he is. He was seventeen and in his final year at school.

He was quiet and kept mostly to himself and his inner circle. He had a nice smile but when his face fell he got this look as if he could murder and people would scurry. It was the only time he ever looked related to his Father. Being a Malfoy still has a bad reputation. When he was angry he would turn as red as his hair. But usually he was just as laid back as laid back could be.

"The lovely Mr. Malfoy," Nott chuckled.

"As if your father is a walk in the park."

"True, he completely ignores me and seems to always pop up at the most inopportune times," Nott shook his head shamefully. "I can't tell you how grateful I am to spend the holidays with my mother… however my Grandmother is already in a huff because I missed the first night of Hanukah." Justin Nott son of Theodore Nott and Ellen Rosen, his parents were the picture perfect society pair until they weren't. Justin was eight when they divorced.

Mr. Nott was a demanding parent he wanted top marks and no foolishness in public. His Father mostly kept to himself but when the exuberant Justin became too much, Theodore Nott wielded his wrath.

Justin had dark wavy hair, piercing eyes, a stringy build, and a quick wit. He and Liam had been friends for a long time, even before school. They met through their Fathers and survived their Fathers through each other.

"That's rough man."

"What are you doing?"

"It's a Malfoy Christmas this year and they always travel but we're just doing Christmas at the Sydney flat."

"You're going to be out there where there is real sun." Nott said dreamily, "that should be nice and girls in bikini's that should be even nicer."

Liam laughed, "It's going to be nice to be in a warmer climate," he looked out the window, England was dark and frigid. Sure there was going to be fun, sun, and girls in bikinis but that wasn't really his thing. He liked girls and they always smile at him and giggle when he walks pass. He pays them no mind it takes a lot to get him interested.

He turned away from the window and began to put his sketch book and copy of Quidditch Daily in his bag.

This holiday was going to be rough for him too. He wasn't skipping out on family traditions he just may be in violation of an unwritten family rule. They hadn't actually discussed it but he knew this wasn't going to be good. This whole thing could leave his family torn apart; he may even be disown and disinherited, and forced to grow up way sooner than he should. But that was the sacrifice of being part Malfoy.

He was the son of an heir to an unfathomable fortune and a retired Quidditch player turned journalist who amassed her own hefty sum of gold. He was getting ready to jet off to one of the many homes his Grandparents owned; which would most likely become his someday being the only child of an only child. On his mother's side he had more cousins than he could count, and was only going to inherit his Granddad's favorite arm chair; which was completely okay because Liam loves that chair and called dibs.

The whistle on the train began to blow; students had begun to swarm the halls. Liam put on his coat and began to pull his rucksack onto his back.

"Well just let me know about tonight?" Justin said putting his coat on.

"Will do," just as the train came to a screeching halt Liam opened the compartment door.

He and Justin waded out into the crowd of students filing off the train. When he hit the bottom step before the platform…

"LIAM OVER HERE!"

"WHAT ARE YOUR HOLIDAY PLANS?"

He was immediately charged by paparazzi. This was the bad thing about having famous parents. He was never really comfortable in the spotlight and there was really no reason for it to follow him around. For years he didn't even know his parents were famous. They kept him pretty sheltered for this exact reason. They kept him out of the wizarding world and when he was in it his face was always hidden. However when he started school press flooded the platform hoping to get a picture of the mystery son. For some unknown reason people were still fascinated by him.

Despite the interest it's not as if he gets followed or bothered every second of the day. The arrival of the Hogwarts Express was hardly news worthy. He wondered what happened.

"Whoa," Justin said as they mobbed the area. "Are you going to be ok man?"

"Yeah it's fine, I'll see you."

"Bye"

Justin walked one way and Liam lowered his head a bit and began to push through. This was chaos, heathens mixed with reuniting families. Families more interested in staring at him rather than collecting their children. It was all madness.

"CLEAR!"

"OUT OF THE WAY!"

Two big guys began forcibly disbanding the crowd of photographers. Liam recognized them immediately; they were in the rotation of the private security firm his family uses from time to time. They were really doing a shotty job; the point was to prevent the mob so you don't later have to save him from it.

"Mr. Weasley-Malfoy," an older man approached Liam through the clearing. He had on a classic herringbone coat, with brown leather gloves, his grey mustache only a few shades lighter than the grey bowler perched on his head.

"Alan," Liam was surprised to see him.

"So sorry we're late," William Alan is his father's private secretary. He was very correct and always polished. It was unnerving and creepy.

"Good term?"

"Yes thank you."

"Did you bring your trunk?"

"Nope just me and my rucksack"

"Great the car is waiting," Alan extended his arm.

Security escorted them through the barrier and through Kings Cross. Unfortunately the presence of muggles didn't deter the paps; they followed and tried to be inconspicuous. They did a horrific job because the muggles were looking. Liam surrounded by his personal entourage didn't help either.

The London air was as frigid as Liam predicted, he slipped his hands into the pockets of his coat.

Before he got to the curb the driver's door to a black Escalade opened. The ever reliable and ever cool Borden hopped out and opened the back door. Liam and Alan quickly got in, as security tried to keep the photographers back.

"Welcome home Liam," Borden said when he got back in the car.

"Thanks, good to see you," Liam smiled as he leaned forward to clasp Borden's shoulder. Now in the privacy of the Weasley-Malfoy family car Liam finally asked, "Alan what are you doing here?"

"Your father was called back to New York on business and asked me to meet you at the station. He wanted me to give you this," he pulled an envelope out of his inner coat pocket and handed it to him. "He also wanted me to remind you that curfew is in effect and that Borden will escort you to Sydney in the morning via portkey."

"Sounds good," Liam said turning the envelope around in his hand. "So what happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that there were paparazzi on the platform."

"Oh nothing much"

"So what's the much part," Liam persisted.

He sighed, "It's nothing."

"You know Alan this aloofness is not working for me," he really couldn't stand this guy sometimes.

"I can assure you there is nothing for you to worry about. Have a good Holiday and I will see you in the New Year," Alan climbed out of the car. He and the security guards disappeared into the night.

"Alright Liam, straight home or someplace else?"

"Home… do you know what happened?"

"I don't know the particulars but something in whatever your father is working on is heating up," Borden explained as he pulled away from the curb.

"Oh," Liam sighed, that's all that thick head Alan had to say. He knows his father is lawyer and he takes on cases and occasionally they're high profile.

He opened the note. It essentially said what Alan told him with more detail and to bring Herman with him tomorrow. His mother was working in Malaysia and his father was supposed to be in the London office for the week leading up to Christmas break and the plan was to travel together.

Well he was down to go drinking tonight. "Do you have to go off duty or can you drive tonight?"

"Are you planning on breaking curfew?" Borden asked knowingly.

Liam laughed, "I am not but it may happen. But there will be alcohol so I need a designated driver."

Borden shook his head. "If you are going out we need to get security back."

"Don't worry about it, we're going muggle," his friends would be okay with it. They prefer the privacy. That was the thing about his friends, they came from prominent or respected families too and they had no interest in gaining from the attention Liam got. "So what are your holiday plans?"

"Hanging with the family in Ireland; my brother and sister, all my nieces and nephews are going to congregate at my parent's house," said Borden. "And then Shelia and I are going to spend the New Year in a cottage in Scotland. I'll be back on duty January 3."

"Cool, how is Shelia?"

"Ah… I don't think it's going to last."

"Does it ever with you"

"No," Borden was so blasé about it they both laughed.

(***)

Liam climbed out of the car in front of his building. He entered the lobby; the immaculate marble space was filled with a wall of golden post boxes and a desk with a doorman sitting behind it. He currently had the wireless on. The presenter just said they'd be right back and the Lyle Farms Pumpkin Juice Christmas jingle began to play.

"Good evening Mr. Malfoy," Samuel the doorman smiled as he proceeded to the lift.

"Evening" Liam replied and pushed the button. The door opened, he pressed two and then stuck the tip of his wand in the hole and elevator began moving. The lift doors opened on the Weasley-Malfoy London apartment. The entire place was dark except for the entry hall. Liam dropped his rucksack next to the hall table.

Some marvel at the luxurious space but to him it was home; on this side of the pond anyway.

Herman came running into the entry hall.

"Hi," Liam got down on the floor to play with him. "I missed you buddy," he kissed him on top of his head. He was older, even had a bit of grey hairs around his eyes but Herman was the best big brother Liam could ask for. When he first started school he remembered begging his parents to get Headmistress McGonagall to allow him to bring him. "Let's go for a walk."

After taking Herman out Liam wandered into the sitting room. This place always looked so pristine as if no one lived there. He may not be there that much but his mother spent a lot of time there.

There were no Christmas decorations but the desk in the study was covered in Christmas presents. All the tags were address to different Weasley's and all their signatures forged by his mother. He had so many cousins he couldn't keep track.

His Mother was always so organized he knew she bought these months ago and his Father was probably instructed to pull them out.

Liam began to pack up the gifts; he thought it would be nice to deliver them. Get your Christmas gift on Christmas rather than at the New Year.

"Come on Herman," Liam went over to the cold fireplace. He opened the jar on the mantle and threw some powder in and green flames emerged. Herman stepped into the green flames as he's done many times before and waited for Liam. He and his shopping bags enter the fireplace, "the burrow."

"Hello," Liam shouted as he and Herman stepped out of the fireplace into the kitchen.

"Liam?" Arthur came around the corner.

"Hi Granddad," he put down the shopping bags to hug his Grandfather.

"It's so good to see," Arthur happily hugged him back.

"You too"

"We weren't expecting you."

"I know but I wanted to bring by your Christmas presents."

"That was so nice of you come on into the sitting room," he waved him in.

The cozy room at the burrow was just as warm as ever. The wireless was on low, the tree was sparkling beautifully in the corner, and hand knitted pillow covers everywhere. Arthur resumed his position in his favorite chair and Liam took the gifts out of the bag and placed them under the tree.

"Where is your Father? I know your mum is traveling," asked Arthur.

"He had to go back to New York last minute… urgent business."

"So you're all alone at home?"

"Nope, I've got Herman," Herman had sprawled out flat on the rug in front of the fireplace. He looked like a fluffy pancake.

"Don't tell Grandma or she'll insist you come and stay here."

"That would be nice but I'm leaving early in the morning so there's no point." Liam finished putting the gifts under the tree and took a seat on the couch. "Where is Grandma anyway?"

"She went into town to pick up dinner."

"Molly Weasley getting take out? I never thought I would see the day." Molly Weasley didn't do take out, instant, or prepackaged.

"Yeah, she's loosened up a bit since it's just us. She's cooking up a storm as usual for Christmas Eve and Christmas so she decided we could go casual tonight. You're welcome to join us."

"I wish I had known sooner. I have dinner plans."

Arthur looked over to him, "do your parents know about this?"

"No they said I could do whatever I just have to be back by curfew." He shrugged, "I'll just wait around so I can say hi to Grandma."

Kricket
Soho, London

Kricket was one of those trendy restaurants that serviced signature cocktails and put a spin on traditional cuisine. In this case it was Indian inspired; it was one of those moderately priced places that attract hipsters and urban intellectuals. Liam was headed towards the back of the restaurant.

His father scoffed at places like this and preferred the likes of the stuffy Savoy and the Ritz. The only reason Liam ever set foot in there was with his parents or when he didn't have any money because his father had an account in both places.

The food was great at Kricket and Liam liked to try different mixed drinks. There really wasn't a wizard equivalent to hipster and urban intellectual. His group really didn't fit that description.

Well perhaps Tommy; he was sitting in the back booth. There was a long sofa hugging the back wall with two tables in front of it. There was a couple at one table and Tommy was sitting by himself at the other with his head in a book.

"Hi," Liam smiled as he approached the table.

"Hey," Tommy looked up, "Welcome home."

"Thanks, how's everything," Liam asked as he took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair that was facing Tommy and took a seat.

"Really good actually, I am in the midst of research for a new exhibition." Tommy had perfectly styled chestnut hair and a perfectly pressed shirt and blazer. He was always so perfectly put together you would think he was a robot. He was a curatorial assistant at the art museum. He was into culture and world news more so than anyone else. So he could fit the urban intellectual label, "Hence the book."

"Cool what's it about?"

"Ancient Arab magical illuminated manuscripts."

"Fascinating," Liam loved art, one of his favorite things to do was draw and he had followed in his Father's footsteps and has started collecting.

"I think so. It's already gotten crazy preparing because the Jordanian royal family owns a lot of the manuscripts and they want to be involved and make sure their culture isn't misrepresented."

"That doesn't sound unreasonable."

"It's not but it's just frustrating for the curator at times, you know too many cooks in the kitchen," he shrugged. "The others should be here soon, I came straight from work."

"Do you like working at the museum?" Liam asked, he was graduating at the end of the year and he didn't really have anything planned for the future. What was he going to be? What job would he try to get? People assumed he was going to attend parties and charities events and inherit money.

That wasn't the case, the only charity events he ever attended were hosted by Aunt Sophie. The only reason he went was because she was his Godmother. He wouldn't inherit anything until his parents die and he wasn't looking forward to that day. Both his parents work, one worked hard for her money and the other inherited it but they expected him to get a job.

"Yeah I love it."

"What about the whole working thing?"

Tommy sighed, "Well, it's tiring and frustrating but I like supporting myself." Tommy Day is the son of a Ministry Official and the accessories Buyer at Foster and Banks Department store. His only option was to work, "Why do you ask?"

"The end of school is coming and I don't know what I am going to do."

Tommy was going to say something but the waiter came over, "are you ready to order?"

"Not yet we are still waiting for a couple people," said Liam, "but may I have…a Himalayan Punch?"

"Great, I'll be right back," the waiter walked away.

"I recommend that you find what you love and make it into a career," said Tommy.

Things Liam loved… flying, he loved brooms but flying horses was his favorite. He loved mystery novels, hiking, drawing, the theater, alchemy, and… well the last thing he loved you can't make a career out of but it would be nice if you could.

"Hi, sorry, sorry, sorry," Evie Farrow exclaimed when she approached the table. "It's so good to see you," she kissed Liam on the cheek before sliding onto the sofa next to Tommy who she also kissed.

"No worries," said Tommy as he helped her off with her short sable coat.

"Oh gosh Liam I haven't seen you since August," her cheeks were rosy from the cold, her eye makeup dramatic and her ponytail sleek. Evie was always the fashion plate.

"I know and it's really sad but boarding school does that to you."

"I remember," she sighed, "I am so happy to be done."

"One Himalayan Punch," the waiter placed a glass in front of Liam. "Anything for you Miss?"

"I'll have the green eyes," she said politely.

"Very good," he was off again.

"So where's Justin? He's not here to make the comment about me ordering that drink because my eyes are green." Evie was the granddaughter of dear Weasley-Malfoy family friends Martin and Evelyn Farrow. She was a year ahead of Liam. They've known each other forever, her parents were divorced. She spent part of her year in London with her Father and the other part in New York with her Mother. Now that she's finished school she kind of just floats about and takes freelance travel writing jobs. She is the best resource for places to eat, party, shop, and stay around the globe.

"Probably being Bubbe," chuckled Liam, "his Grandmother apparently was up in arms because he missed the first night of Hanukah. I'm sure meeting friends for drinks on the next night is not going to go over so well."

"We are getting dinner right because I'm starved," asked Evie.

"Yes we are," assured Tommy, "none of us have had dinner yet. Just before you got here, Liam was having a mid-final year crisis."

"About what?"

"His life and career."

"Oh, the biggie… well just find something you love and figure out how to get paid for it. I like to travel and I semi-regularly get paid to do it," she shrugged.

"I like to travel too but I don't think I'd like to write about it or only semi-regularly get paid."

Evie laughed, "You don't have to do that."

"Hello all, so sorry I'm late," Justin said as he took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair next to Liam and sat down. "Getting out of the house was a pain in the ass. My mother, my Grandmother, my Aunt, and Great Aunt, all on my case; oh gee sorry for wanting to spend one night of my Holiday break with my friends. Which are the family I chose, I bought eight nights of gifts for everyone blew my entire allowance, and I am entitled to a stiff drink!"

"Well hello to you too," Tommy said and everyone laughed.

"I'm sorry guys," he sighed, "I'm just frustrated but how is everyone? I hope you didn't wait for me to order."

"We're fine and we're getting food so I hope you didn't eat."

"Are you kidding, I was too busy being hounded to eat." He ran his hands through his hair, "so what have I missed?"

"Nothing much we were just discussing what's happening when we graduate," said Liam.

"Well I for one will be doing a happy dance. Not stuck in the middle of nowhere, they should have built the school in Edinburgh, I love Edinburgh," informed Nott.

"But what are you going to do for a job," asked Tommy.

"Beats me," he shrugged, "I do know I will be moving to Edinburgh courtesy of my father."

"Well I won't be doing anything courtesy of my Father other than getting scolded," said Liam.

"Why don't you go to law school," suggested Nott, "you have a semi–preppy breeding it's the posh place for you."

"I don't really want to be a lawyer." He did have the breeding. From age five to eleven he attended The Dalton School in Manhattan before he left for some made up British boarding school. It was very upper crusty even among the muggles.

"You don't have to be a lawyer you just go to law school. That's what I'm doing."

"But you said you didn't know what you wanted to do," Evie was confused.

"I don't but while I'm thinking I'll have a law degree."

They all laughed, Justin was a trip sometimes. Unfortunately he was right; lawyer was a snooty profession from their circle. Specifically corporate lawyer, Draco Malfoy was considered a rebel for specializing in environmental law and working for a hole in the wall law firm; his Grandparents friends' side-eye him. Not only did he not bring his wife and child to their archaic events, he held memberships at modern non-restricted social clubs, full of new money and non waspy old money.

"You could go with Justin's suggestion of wasted time and money or you could just really take the time to figure it out," Tommy said reasonably. "That's the thing about being young you have all the time in the world."

Tommy was two years older than Liam. He sort of took him and Nott under his wing at school… well he took pity on them when they were pathetic first years.

"Green eyes," the waiter placed Evie's drink in front of her.

"For the green eyed girl," Nott smirked.

The waiter took their orders and then they resumed their chatter.

"We should do presents now before the food comes," Evie chirped merrily. She pulled her handbag on to her lap and pulled out a few things that should not have been able to fit.

The guys did the same thing from their pockets, Liam handed them each medium cube boxes.

"I always love getting cards from you," Tommy said as he pulled it out of the envelope. Liam always gave hand drawn cards. They were specific to each person. They always contained beautiful intricate scenes and elaborate designs.

Evie got her box open first and pulled out a snow globe. She shook it up and watched the snow fall over, "this is beautiful. How did you do this," she recognized the artwork.

"That's for me to know and for you to not," smirked Liam.

"It's my favorite pub in Edinburgh," Nott happily shook his snow globe.

"It's Stonehenge," Tommy held his up close to his face, "and a little me working on the excavation I did for my thesis. This is amazing, thank you."

(***)

The lift doors opened on the apartment and Herman was there waiting for Liam. He patted him on his head; was he going to sleep and throw some stuff in a bag in the morning or was he going to throw some stuff in a bag and then sleep?

He went into his bedroom Herman right behind him, he turned on the light. The walls were adorned with handsome green on green striped wall paper and a hand carved beautiful black wooden bed; a Hobgoblins poster on the wall, an autographed Annabel Smits Puddlemere United Poster, a framed baby Holyhead Harpies jersey that read Weasley-Malfoy, a Slytherin pennant, and a giant stuffed Dragon taking up an entire corner of the room.

He went into the closet and through the other door into the bathroom. His two room bathroom had a giant walk in shower and separate sunken tub. He went over to the double sinks and opened the cabinet beneath and pulled out his toiletry bag.

He only needed to make sure he had stuff for his four days in Sydney. Then he was heading home to New York and then after New Years back to Hogwarts. His life was very back and forth between London and New York.

4pm
Just North of Sydney, Australia

The first thing Liam did when they landed was take off his coat. It was freezing and still dark in London but it was hot and sunny in Sydney. The second thing he did was, "Herman get down here!"

The black Labrador retriever was still floating up in the air; he was happily gliding about having the time of his life. He loved to travel by portkey and more often than not he would be found still floating up above while everyone else had landed.

When Herman finally joined them on the ground Borden apparated them to his Grandparents house.

"It's so unnecessary for you to have to escort me all this way."

"Your parents are just concern about your safety," said Borden as they approached the gate to Malfoy home.

Liam's safety has been in peril many of times due to the overzealous fans of his mother. He was always understanding about the security when in public magical places but he thought he would be able to make it to his Grandparents home by himself without being attacked or bothered.

Liam pressed the intercom button. "Yes," a squeaky voice came out.

"It's Liam"

"Young Master Malfoy," the voice perked up, "Come in!" The gate began to open.

Ginny told Liam about the first time she visited the Malfoy flat in Sydney. The moment she saw it, she turned to Draco and said, "This isn't a flat, it's a house." He explained that his parents always called in that because it was one story. A ranch style five bedroom mansion plus servants quarters built in the 1930s with acres of plush green gardens and a sculpture garden. Just because it was literally flat wasn't reason enough to call it that.

They walked up the short drive which opened into the giant driveway positioned in front of the six car garage that didn't have a single car in it.

They followed the drive way up the side of the house towards the front door, it curved around a fountain. Surprisingly the dancing centaur with water coming from his flute was put in by the muggles they bought the place from thirty years ago. There was a lot of confunding going on during the purchase process. People were curious about where these people with this seemingly endless wealth came from.

There was quite a bit of magical protection on the place. Enough not to be bothered but there was so much greenery they were pretty secluded from their neighbors.

Before they got up the few steps to the front terrace, the door opened. "Welcome Master Malfoy," three house elves hurried out of the house.

Herman barked as they took Liam's bags. He liked the elves and would always get excited when he saw them. He wanted to play but they were scared of him.

"Hello everyone," Liam tightened his grip on Herman's leash, "settle down Herman."

"Darling," Narcissa beamed rushing to greet Liam when he came through the front door.

"Hi Grandmother," Liam hugged her.

"You've gotten so tall," she looked at him adoringly. "I'm so glad you got here alright. Thank you Borden."

"No problem, Mrs. Malfoy. You all have a great holiday and Liam I'll see you back in the states."

"By Borden, Merry Christmas"

"Merry Christmas"

"How was the trip," Narcissa asked leading him across the gigantic foyer with cathedral ceilings and a water feature. The place was so grand it even had a ballroom. "Are you hungry, tired?"

"The trip was fine. I just woke up a couple hours ago but I am hungry, I didn't have breakfast."

"Well we're sitting down to dinner at seven. How about you get settled and I send a small snack to your room?"

"Perfect"

"Oh and take that dog with you."

Liam rolled his eyes, "his name is Herman Grandmother and he's really friendly."

"I just don't want it running about."

"You let house elves run about."

"They're toilet trained."

"Herman is house broken," he said before heading off to the room he always stays in.

The house was full of action; it was being decorated for Christmas. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and although they weren't hosting some huge shindig the Malfoy's always decked the halls to the fullest extent.

In his room his stuff was already there. There may only be five bedrooms but they're massive. It sometimes seemed like a hike to get from one end to the other. The curtains were open; he had a view of the sculpture garden. Herman curled up on the bed.

As Liam began to unpack he thought about things. This was going to be a big Christmas for him; he had some life altering information to share with his family. He was really nervous about it. His father was strict but he's never been nervous to tell him anything, not even about the time he took his Aston Martin joy riding and got a ding in it or when he flew his horse to Chicago for pizza one night. But this was something completely different…

"T'was Two Nights before Christmas"