As soft blanket of snow fell over Storybroke Maine while all the houses and tress remained glowing with colourful lights, twas the night before Christmas. Not a creature was stirring, even the dragons snoozed in the underground caverns. All seven dwarfs' snug in their beds visions of the coming feast donned in their heads. Killian Jones and Emma Swan cozied up wrapped in each other's arms excitedly anticipating the morning to come. Then just as the clock struck midnight a loud clutter woke Emma from her dreams.

"Killian" Emma grumbled sitting up, stunned awake.

Emma looked over to see her husband happily sound asleep next to her and she smiled, scratching her head. Pondering what it was that woke her, if the noise was only an echo of a dream. Eventually the urge for hydration took over her sleepy state and she slowly crept out of bed. Tip toeing down to the kitchen regretting the amount of boozy eggnog she had consumed before going to sleep. As Emma's foot landed on the final step of the staircase, she heard a rustling and shuffling of feet. Stopping in her tracks Emma's heart started racing, the fight instincts kicking in. Clenching her hands into fists they began to glow with the familiar white light of her magic. Emma swept around the corner, eyes going wide as they caught a most unexpected sight.

Standing in her living room looking jollier than a picture on a Christmas card. Wearing the signature red suit with hat and black boots. Turning towards Emma with a smile as he carefully placed gifts under there tree, was Santa Clause. Emma mouth dropped open and with help of her thick woolly socks and her slightly hungover exhausted state, she slipped on the floor. A gut reaction caused the power inside her to be released. In a quick zap the beaming glow flung across the room striking Santa Clause. Hitting him directly in the heart he flung backwards knocking over the Christmas tree and it all came down with a loud crash.

"Shit" Emma said panicked.

Quickly she got herself up from the floor practically sliding over to Santa to assess the damage. His eyes closed and body still, lying over the presents and tree.

"What the bloody hell was that Swan?" Killian said appearing at the bottom of the stairs.

"I think, I killed Santa Clause" Emma replied alarmed.