The Christmas music was blaring loudly. Everyone was exchanging presents. Some tried to get that special someone under the mistletoe, some just sipped on some eggnog.

"Come on Snookums! One little kiss for your frog prince?"

Wanda grunted in disgust. "Never in this lifetime Toad."

"This life time? So there's still hope!"

Wanda just sighed. There was no reasoning with him. She turned to find Jean and Scott cuddling on the couch. "I'm still sad about the whole Operation: Santa Claus didn't work out."

Scott laughed at his telepath. "Kurt's got you calling it that too?"

"I'm serious Scott! Not believing in Santa is like… like… well I don't know what it's like, but it's just not right!"

"I know, I know. Jamie not believing in Santa is sad. Speaking of Jamie, where is the little dweeb?"

"Scott! Don't call him a dweeb. You're one of his mentors now. That's not right!"

"Fine, but where is he?"

Jean shook her head. "I don't know. Rogue!" she shouted, pulling aside her friend, "You know where Jamie went?"

The Southern Goth shook her head and took another sip of her drink. "I think he said something about picking up some more eggnog or something."

A knock at the door was heard. "That must be him then." Rogue went to open the door and gasped, dropping her eggnog on the floor. The liquid spilled everywhere.

"Chere? What-Mon Dieu! Que s'est produit?"

There was Jamie, bloodied and bruised. And unconscious. He lay in the arms of a man dressed as Santa. One must admit, this would look incredibly freaky.

"What'd you do to him man!" Rogue began to shout, "He's just a little kid!"

The santa shook his head. "I didn't do it, but I fought of the guys who did. If it wasn't for my healing ability, he'd probably have died."

Rogue's pale face blushed. "Sorry."

"You're cute when you blush, chere."

"Shut up Swamp Rat. Sir, please come in. Did you say 'healing ability?'"

The Santa nodded, placing Jamie on the sofa for everyone to stare at and baby once he began to come to. "I have the ability to heal. Had it for a long time. Long as I can remember."

"Thank you sir, I can't thank you enough."

The Santa smiled. No one had noticed he had brought in with him a large sack. No one.

Kitty walked in to the living room, with a fresh cup of eggnog. This quickly hit the floor when she saw the commotion. "What happened!"

Santa looked up at her. "The poor little fellow was beat up. And on Christmas too. Horrible, some people. Absolutely horrible."

"Well, thank you, sir. What may we call you?"

"Santa Claus."

"No really," Kurt laughed, "what's your name?"

The Santa turned to him. "Well young man, you call me Weihnachtsmann. At least, you used to. And you, Piotr!" he shouted calling to the Russian, who was formerly chatting with Ray. "You called me Father Frost. Ray, it's me, Santa with the PhD!"

Everyone froze in silence. "Piotr," continued the Santa Claus, "I truly am sorry for Illyana. May she rest peacefully in heaven."

Colosus stormed up to the Santa and picked him up by the collar. "How do you know of my sister?"

"I was there that one night. I'm Father Frost, Piotr."

The giant Russian dropped the Santa Claus. "That's impossible."

"If you don't believe me, X-men, ask my wife."

Wanda scoffed. "I don't see how you could just pull your wife out of thin air. Shouldn't she be at the north pole or something?" she then laughed.

"I'm glad to see you laughing Wanda. I never heard it much, but it was a wonderful laugh; I've missed it so."

Wanda turned around to see someone she never thought she'd see ever again. "Mama Nowel?"

Kitty shook her head. "No! That's Mrs. Close!"

The Santa shook his head. He walked over to the old woman. "Actually, there both very close. Some people call her 'Mama Noel.' All know her as Mrs. Claus. I call her my wife."

The shocked expression on everyone's face was priceless. This caused Santa to laugh. "Ho ho ho! Ho ho ho!"

This made everyone laugh; consequently, Jamie woke up.

"Oh man, what happened?"

Rahne ran up to Jamie. "Santa Claus saved your life!"

Multiple placed a hand on his head. "I must have been clonked on the head harder than I thought. I thought you said that Santa saved my life."

Wolfsbane nodded. "Laddie that is what I said."

He laughed at her. "I think that's enough eggnog for you."

She placed her hands on her hips in indignation. "Seriously Jamie. SANTA CLAUS SAVED YOUR LIFE!" She then took his head in her hands, gently of course, and turned it to Mr. And Mrs. Claus.

"Jamie," began Jean, "I'd like you to meet St. Nick and his wife."

Multiple let his jaw drop. "That guy saved my life."

Mr. Claus nodded. "That's what happened Jamie. You were beaten up by the Anti-Mutant populace, and if it wasn't for my healing, you'd probably have died."

Jamie placed his hands on his chin. "If you're Santa, prove it."

Santa sighed. "Your full name is James Arthur Madrox, son of Daniel and Joan Madrox. When you were four you once colored your tongue blue because you thought it would look cool. Last year you tried to score twin girls by trying to convince them you were twins with one of your duplicates. You've never believed in me."

Despite all this incredibly true information, Jamie stuttered, trying to find an alternative. "Some one here could have told you all that."

Again, Mr. Claus sighed. He then reached for the sack no one had noticed. "Inside is a present for everyone. I must be going." He and Mrs. Claus then walked out the door.

"Well, might as well see what Santa brought us," began Kurt.

Once all the presents were handed out, everyone tore into the wrapping paper, like wolves to a fresh kill- no offense Rahne.

The room was filled with gasps. Inside each box was something that was good in there life, or something they had always wanted.

Jamie, still shocked, slumped to the floor. "He really was Santa Claus. He really was."

"What'd you get Jamie?" asked Kitty.

He then held it up. An old comic book, slightly tattered and labled Liberty Force was in his hand.

"A comic book?"

"When I was ten, I found this comic in the store. Number 42, one of only five. I wanted one more than anything, but I didn't have any money. I came back the next day to find it was sold."

Suddenly, the jingling of bells was heard. All the X-men ran outside to find Santa Claus in his sleigh, flying into the night.

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night! Ho ho ho!"