A/N: I got one review. BOOOO. You guys stink. I don't know why I still write.

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Santa Baby

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Phil and Keely were…

-screech, car slams into brick wall- I forgot this in the A/N. I know this song is a very suggestive song. That's part of the reason it's in here. My friend's singing it in choir and I fell in love with it, and it sort of fits. Or I'll make it fit. And I don't own it. Madonna sang it, I think.

Back to the story. –car revs in reverse-

…standing in the middle of Keely's living room. Keely's mother was out, and they had the stereo pumped up to the oldies station, which was "blaring Christmas hits for you twenty-four twenty-four! Because today's the first! HAHAHAHA!" according to the DJ.

INCOMING! –car crashes again- I just got be234therz' review. Thanks a bunch! I know I can reply to reviews but I like doing them in A/Ns. Your story is awesome.

Back again.

Keely had an angel in her hand and Phil had the tip top of the fake Christmas tree in his, and he was reaching to put it up on top of the black pole that held the plastic branches in a tree-like shape. "This tree is so old," he complained. "You should get a new one."

Keely rolled her eyes and punched him. "It's a family heirloom," she justified, reaching up to put the angel on the tree as Phil stacked the last piece up.

Santa baby,
Just slip a sable under the tree
For me
Been an awful good girl
Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight

"An heirloom tree?" Phil chuckled, brushing the dust off his hands onto his jeans. "How strange."

Keely punched him again. "You really should be used to that by now," she pouted. "We have been friends for almost four years."

"Wow," Phil mumbled. "Senior year looms around the corner."

"Yeah," Keely thought aloud. "We've been friends an awful long time…"

Santa baby,
A '54 convertible too
Light blue
I'll wait up for you, dear
Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight

"…and hardly a fight," she finished. "'Mazing. Even Vee and I have fought."

"Have you spoken to Via lately?" Phil asked.

Keely shook her head sadly, her ip-length braid rustling. "Nope. She hasn't called. I wish she hadn't left."

"France is a nice place," Phil mused. "I suppose she's happy."

A beat. "I guess," Keely sighed. "Not at all my perfect Christmas present."

"At least it snows there," Phil tried. "She hadn't seen snow for four years."

"Except that time we dragged her with us to Aspen, remember?"

"It was cold," Phil recalled. "Especially that time you guys showed me how to make snow angels."

"Okay, using the Wiz'rd takes all the fun out of it. You 22nd century people aren't as smart as I thought," Keely teased. "Why make one if you don't get down into the snow and do it?"

"Did you guys believe in Santa?" she asked after a couple of silent minutes putting the dancing angels on the tree.

Phil laughed a bit. "Yeah, them's were the days, eh?"

Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be just as good
If you'll check off my Christmas list

"I still send him letters," Keely said, lifting a lock of loose hair and tucking it into her braid. "Asking for stuff."

"What stuff?" Phil asked.

Keely didn't really want to tell him what she'd asked for. You, she thought, you silly. "Like a car," she improvised.

Phil smiled. "And you got one!"

"That junk bucket in the drive?" she laughed.

"Better than mine," Phil said, gesturing to the dark blue Mercedes next to the rust-red Volvo.

"I'm sorry?" Keely held a hand to her ear as if asking him to speak louder.

"Just trust me on this," Phil explained, "your car will be a lot more valuable in the future. They'll salvage parts from this exact car to build the first time engine prototype."

"Really?" Keely's eyes lit.

No, you silly, Phil thought. Of course not. They'll use parts from my car. I just wanted to make you feel better about your car. "Yeah," Phil nodded enthusiastically. "They called it the Vuelvo. Because volver in Spanish means to return. Even though in the future everyone speaks English."

"No way!"

"Way," Phil confirmed. Now that's true.

Santa baby,
I want a yacht and really that's not
A lot
Been an angel all year
Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight

"So what have you asked for, Phil, that Santa's awarded you?" Keely flopped onto the couch, having covered at least a third of the tree with the dancing angels.

Nothing. He started to say just that, when a song came on the radio. "Santa Baby" streamed over the airwaves into Keely's living room, and Phil pulled her off the couch. "Come on, let's dance!"

Santa honey,
One little thing I really need
The deed
To a platinum mine
Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight

With his arm around her waist and hers around his neck, they twirled around the living room, Phil stepping in time with the music and deftly leading his dance partner around the boxes of ornaments still heaped on the ground. Suddenly, Keely's foot got stuck in a loop of lights on the ground and yanked them out of the plug, pulling the whole tree down and bringing her with it. Her jaw dropped, hit the floor, and rebounded (only figuratively).

"Oh… my… God," Keely whispered, standing and starting to cry. She ran a hand over her forehead, as if trying to smooth out the inevitable wrinkles of the future, and bent down to lift an angel. The pretty girl had lost a leg, probably somewhere under the fallen tree. "My mother… is going… to kill me."

"It'll be okay," Phil soothed, gathering Keely up in his arms as he produced the Wiz'rd from a pocket. "I've got you." He pushed a button and the tree stood up as if by itself, the ornaments jumping from the ground onto the branches. A plastic leg flew out from where the tree had been into Keely's hand, affixing itself to the angel, and the angel whizzed back onto the branch. The lights flew back into the socket and the tree looked…

"Amazing," Keely fawned. "Wow! But if you could do that the whole time, why have we spent an hour putting the darned thing up?"

"Because it's fun," Phil grinned.

Santa cutie,
And fill my stocking with a duplex
And checks
Sign your 'x' on the line
Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight

The song was still on, the whole "timber!" incident having taken the space of thirty seconds, and Phil pulled Keely away from the tree and whisked her away again. "Santa cutie," Keely hummed without thinking into his ear.

"Sorry?" Phil asked with a hint of excitement in his voice.

"Just singing along," Keely whispered.

Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's
I really do believe in you
Lets see if you believe in me

The song was wrapping up, the last few verses floating through the air. Somehow Keely'd ended up with her hands on Phil's chest, and Phil's hands were linked around her waist. They were singing the verses together. "I really do, believe in you, let's see if you believe in me!"

Phil dipped Keely backwards, and she laughed, her braid touching the box of angels below her. "You're a great dancer."

"You're great…" Phil started, and Keely's eyebrows rose, "a… great… dancer too."

Santa baby,
Forgot to mention one little thing
A ring
I don't mean on the phone
Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry...tonight

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As usual, reviews very appreciated.