Elvengirl: Wow...you people love this little fic of mine, don't you? I'm very glad to hear it, and I'm really impressed with myself. You have all given me more confidence, so much that I might just end up jumping on the bandwagon and doing my own high school fic, or a fantasy-type one. I dunno, maybe I'll just stick to shorts. I kind of want to do one that will just let me be random during the long monotony of the school year. What do you, my lovely readers, think?

Yzak: Those shorts would just be you picking on me, right?

Elvengirl: Maybe...you're not my only target you know.

Yzak: Who else is there then?

Elvengirl: Uh...let me think about that. I'll get back to you.

Santa Waltfeld's Coming To Town.

At last, night had finally fallen. Despite loud arguments over the exisitance of Santa, (later moving onto elves and Frosty the Snowman, with a brief interlude by Heine, who brought up the subject of Rudolph), Rau and Azreal trying to set up an artficial tree without anyone noticing, Dearka sobbing over his ruined display, and erractic gunshots ringing through the house at random intervals, things had finally calmed down.

"Is that everything," asked Lacus, placing the last few gifts under the newly replaced tree.

"I think so," Kira smiled, helping Lacus up. They headed out of the room, past Shinn and Cagalli, who were staked out, hoping to get a picture of Santa. Unfortunetly they had both fallen asleep. Murrue glanced into the room.

"Everything's done?"

Kira and Lacus nodded. Kira looked over at Mu, who gazed forlornly at the blackened doorframe, So much for a Christmas eve kiss.

"You can relay the message to Andrew now," said Kira quietly.

"What?" Lacus gave Kira a confused look.

"We've persuaded Andrew to dress up as Santa for Shinn and Cagalli...you know, as a Christmas cheer type of thing," Mu explained, turning around to get better reception on the walkie talkie he held.

"They're already asleep. Are you sure this is a good idea?" Lacus was somewhat concerned.

"Everything will be fine. Andrew will probably wake them up as he comes down the chimney."

"He's coming down the chimney?"

It was cold. If Rau needed to know anything that night, it was that it was cold and he was freezing. He paced back and forth on the roof, wondering how he had ended up there, instead of his nice, warm bed. He remembered something about being paid. That was it, he had charged Mu one hundred dollars for him to go along with this "scheme". Rau decided to add another fifty dollars, just for the cold. Mu's voice came crackling over the walkie talkie he held. Rau couldn't quite make out the message, but he assumed it was the signal.

"Andrew, Mu says you can go."

Andrew grinned and nodded. He was dressed in a Santa suit, beard and all. Several pillows added to his girth, so much that Rau wondered if Andrew could actually fit down the chimney. Rau had suggested Andrew throw on soot and then go in the front door, but Andrew insisted on authenticity. The holidays did weird things to people.

"Alright then, here's to a Merry Christmas. God speed, Citizen," Andrew gave Rau a small two-fingered salute, before leaping down the chimney. Rau sighed and began his "job". He began to stomp in his pacing, hoping to emulate reindeer. Rau soon began stomping so hard, trying to get warmer, that he barely heard Andrew's voice.

"Rau, I need help. I'm stuck!"

Elvengirl: Finally, I'm moving onto Christmas Day. Never thought it was gonna get like this.

Next time: Mistletoe Mayhem on Christmas Morn.