A/N: For those who know and those that don't. Yes, Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are celebrated on the 24 & 25. But as this was my own Christmas story to fit this story I changed the dates to the 25 & 26.

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"Okay now, what story should I tell now?" Yami asked.

Maura took the book and skimmed through it. Then handed it back to Yami. "I know you told us about Santa Claus but lets hear the story book version."

Seto just smiled and tried to keep from laughing but a snicker escaped his lips. Yami hit his arm. Seto gave a pout like he was really upset by it but was trying to keep from smiling at the same time.

"What's so funny?"

"It seems that they didn't like your version. They want the book version."

"Please tell it anyway big brother." Maura said.

As much as Yami didn't really want to with Seto harping on him, he didn't want to disappoint the kids so he agreed.

"There once was a young man named Claude. He was a simple man who at a very early age lost his parents to a fire and was then past from relative to friend and back again till he came to an aunt who was more of a recluse. She chose to keep him and make him work for what she gives him."

Mokuba wrinkled his nose hating this version all ready, he like Yami's version better. This story reminded him way too much of his old life for his taste.

"Over the years Claude was very sad and lonely. Then soon after his aunt died he felt that he should do something with his life. Give his life meaning. Sadly though for the first couple of years he was more like a beggar on the streets. Then one day he saw some children playing with some items. He questioned the children on these and they told that they were toys made by their father. They were simple wooden toys but nonetheless they intrigued the man.

Between begging and odd jobs he was able to keep his aunts house. So he rushed home with an idea in his mind. He cleaned himself up and confronted the children's father with an idea. If he made more and gave them to him that he would sell them and split the profits with him. The father was a little reluctant but agreed. He had 10 more made that he had planned on giving to the neighborhood children. He was now thankful he didn't tell those kids that he was going to give them to him. So he reluctantly gave them to him.

He soon was thankful he did. Claude took the toys and sold them in front of his aunt's house. It didn't take long to sell out. Soon the two men started a business together. It was soon a booming business. It became so good that they bought a store and then the business really started to take off. One day Claude was sweeping up outside when he saw a young girl dragging her baby brother along behind looking in the window. Claude smiled and asked the children if there was anything they liked. The girl said yes. The man offered her to come in and look around. Her brother was tugging on her shirt begging her to go in but she shook her head no saying that they would only be more tempted to buy something and that they were very poor and their parents would be very mad if they were to buy anything but food with the money. Claude then started to notice other children like that too. He felt every child should have toys of their own so he started to hold two or three toys here and there in the back. Then on Christmas he'd sneak around and placed toys on the doorsteps of all the poor children. Along with food and clothing."

Mokuba glared at the book hating this story more and more. He'd met a beggar once and he was anything but nice and he didn't believe they could go from penniless beggars on the street to being kind generous people willingly to give away food, toys and clothes.

"Claude continued this way every year on Christmas Eve with people wondering who their mysterious saint was. Several people had reported seeing and old man with white hair and a white and a red coat. Claude had black hair and beard but due to the snow it appeared white. It continued for years till one day Claude suddenly died of a heart attack. The people mourned the loss of such a kind generous man. One day some people were inventorying the house and they found Claude's red coat. The pieces all started to fit together. Its said that Claude's body may have died but not his spirit lived on. Rumor has it that on Christmas Eve things still showed up at their doors and continues to this day. Over the years the name Claude slowly changed to Clause and saint to Santa."

Mokuba had loved the Christmas story but hated the Santa Claus story all the way around. But he wasn't about to say anything about it cause Yami was being nice enough to read to him and he didn't want to risk hurting Yami's feelings. He feared that if he spoke up and said he didn't like it that Yami wouldn't read to him anymore and that was the last thing he wanted.

Maura however was the opposite. "That was great big brother!" then she lowered her voice and said, "It reminds me of my father. He use to read me that story all the time."

Jasmine had wanted to sneak a peak and see what Maura's new life was like without anyone knowing it. This way she'd know if it was real or just a show for her benefit. She was shocked to see both Maura and Mokuba cuddled up against Yami while he told the story. She smiled, yes she too remembered their father telling them that story all huddled around the fireplace. But she knew now that her parents are smiling down on her and happy she has found a very loving home. Jasmine then turned and returned to her room.

Yami hugged her. "I'm sorry."

Maura shook her head and said, "No, it's just going to be my first Christmas without my father. It's just a little sad. But I am happy to be here and have Christmas with you."

Yami hugged her tight. "Well I'm happy your here. Well now, it's late. You run on upstairs and get ready for bed then I'll be up to tuck you in."

"Okay, big brother." Maura said getting up and going upstairs.

Yami then turned to Mokuba. "Did you like the story kiddo?"

Mokuba wasn't sure of a safe way to answer that question. "I-it w-was okay."

"You didn't like it?"

Mokuba was scared he didn't want to hurt Yami's feelings. "I-it w-was nice."

Yami got the impression that the kid didn't want him to know the truth. He just shook his head.

"What's with you?" Seto asked.

"What? Nothing why?"

"The look on your face."

"Mokuba why don't you run along upstairs too and get ready for bed and Seto and I will be up in a minute to tuck you in."

Mokuba hugged him tight. Yami smiled and hugged back.

"T-thank you for r-reading to us big brother."

Yami smiled brighter and hugged him tighter kissing his head. "You're very welcome kiddo."

Mokuba then turned and hugged Seto tight. Seto gladly hugged back and kissed his head. Mokuba then got up and ran upstairs.

"Now are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Seto asked.

"It just surprises me how much that kid is like you."

Seto frowned, "How so?"

Yami sighed, "He hated the story."

"How do you know that?"

Yami smiled, "That's because he's exactly like you. You hate something with a passion but don't want to admit to it you have that same look on your face and say it the exact same way. Little emotion in his voice."

"I wouldn't have thought you could tell."

"Yeah, I can tell."

Seto shook his head. "Well we'd better get the kids settled into bed before something goes wrong."

They tucked the kids in and then Seto went to bed but Yami decided to stay up for a while.