I don't own Garfield.
"What's that noise?" Garfield asked himself. "Is it the ice cream truck?"
He got out of bed and looked out the window. He saw a big fat man in a slay, being carried by reindeer.
"How can those reindeer carry all that weight?"
The slay landed on the roof. Garfield ran downstairs. He saw the fat man coming down the chimney.
"Santa?" Garfield asked.
"Why yes Garfield, it is I!" Santa replied.
"H-how can you understand me?"
"I am magic! I can understand all living creatures." Santa replied.
"Hey, Santa! Can you put something in my stocking?" a small voice asked.
A spider with a Christmas had on was hanging from a web holding a stocking out.
"Why yes, here you go." Santa put a little necklace in his stocking.
"Thanks Santa! Perfect fit!"
"Now Garfield, I've been meaning to ask you something."
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Got any cookies."
So Garfield and Santa ate cookies and drank milk happily.
"Garfield, you have to go to bed now." Santa told him.
"Okay, goodnight." Garfield said.
Garfield went upstairs to bed.
"Nice guy. Reminds me of me." Garfield said to himself.
In the morning, Garfield and Odie woke up Jon. They all went downstairs to open gifts.
"Go on Garfield open one." Jon said.
Garfield ran to a gift that said, "To: Garfield, From: Santa Claus." He opened it.
"Wow! A lasagna cooking kit!" Garfield said.
They all opened their gifts around the Christmas tree. And later that day Garfield found a letter that said,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
THE END!
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I hope you all liked it. And I know it's short.