The following is a series of largely non-canon stories within the continuity of Zootopia Files.

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"Judy Hopps, with your ears so bright, won't you guide my sleigh tonight?" Santa Claws said as Judy's ears glowed bright red. As a massive fog had obscured the North Pole, preventing Santa Claws from going off on his annual Christmas run across the world.

"No... no I won't. I've been emotionally abused since I was a kit because of these ears. And pretty much no one, least of all you. Ever tried to offer a kind word or reassurances to ease the taunting or the doubt from my own family... and now that you have a clear need for my ears. NOW you're interested in me as more than a freak?" Judy ranted as she stormed out of the room.

"But think of the children-"

"Oh I am thinking of them... specifically the ones who have to put up with what I've had to put up with all my life. So either apologize for my being teased and excluded from games because of my glowing ears. Or the kids of the worlds are going to have to go a Christmas without any free presents." Judy said bitterly as she plopped herself down, and used her ears as a reading lamp as she took to reading a book.

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"Ah... so good to see you Davies." Josephus said as he opened the door to Blackpaw Mansion to a bundled up Davies Hopps.

"Josephus... it's late, it's cold. It's Christmas Eve... literally the only reason I'm here. Is because Anna sounded like she needed help. I don't quite get how a strong immortal undead would need my direct help with anything. But here I am..." Davies ranted as Josephus led him to Anna's room.

"I assure you Davies... this is a matter even I dare not interfere in..." Josephus said ominously as they arrived, he opened the door to the room.

And the sight inside... while scary in their own right, did more to confuse Davies then scare. "Okay... Anna, does this have anything to do with a dead business partner?" Davies said, looking at the levitating coffin Anna was sleeping in.

"Anna... please... speak to me..." a ghostly voice said, Davies then saw the specter of Anna's long dead brother. Jonathan.

"Okay! What are you doing here? And why are you messing around with Anna?" Davies asked of Jonathan's ghost.

"You... you were touched by the Legion as I was." Jonathan said.

"Either answer me or get lost ghosty." Davies said sternly.

"That is... a long story. If you are willing to listen... I shall tell you." Jonathan said.

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Pandora, in the year 2038 was getting ready for Christmas Night. "Pandora... remind me again why you're doing this?" Elizabeth, Pandora's robot bunny friend said as Pandora created a time portal with her Time and Space Displacement Device.

"For one thing, its fun to give all the good little boys and girls of the world presents... such a thrill. And for another thing, I'm going to prove that old boys club of a scientific community that I'm serious. Not only as a hybrid, but as a scientist." Pandora said as she finished dressing in a Santa suit.

"But didn't you already prove that with the TSDD itself?" Elizabeth asked.

"And yet even with all the work I did answering questions about history... some of which I either accidentally caused, or did on purpose to keep the universe from collapsing from paradoxes or disastrous timelines... this time travel stuff is FAAAR more complicated then I'd like." Pandora said.

"Then why take it on yourself to deliver presents to every household on Earth? Even with the TSDD's ability to copy and paste items." Elizabeth asked.

"For one thing." Pandora said as she grabbed onto an elephant sized pillow case. "I'm Santa baby." Pandora said as she leaped into the time portal.

"That... that was so corny... I actually feel pain." Elizabeth said, pinching the bridge of her nose in disbelief.

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Judy was sitting down reading a book, and using her glowing ears as a reading lamp. At her side were her friends. Nick a misfit toymaker who wanted to become a dentist, and Bogo, an eccentric prospector that had somehow wound up in the North Pole.

"Look Judy, I know Santa should apologize. But is it really necessary to basically hold Christmas hostage?" Nick asked.

"Christmas survived just fine when I was a kitt when we all first met. If keeping his perfect record is so important... then he's going to beg for my help." Judy said bitterly.

"Hopps, this is unacceptably childish of you." Bogo said sternly.

"Says the cape buffalo whose spent years trying to find silver and gold, and has only found peppermint... don't know how THAT happens. I'm no geologist but I'm pretty sure you don't just toss a pickax in the air and lick it after it lands." Judy snarked, but before anyone could say anything else, Santa Claws burst into the room.

"I'M SORRY JUDY!" Santa shouted as he groveled before the amethyst eared rabbit. "What ever else you want... I'll give it to you. Just please... PLEASE! In the name of all that is holly and jolly and other thins that end in 'olly'. Guide my sleigh through the bad weather!"

"Well... I have to think- okay. I'll work out what else I may want AFTER tonight." Judy said as she put away her book.

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"So in short, you're upset that you can't enjoy Christmas with your sister. And you haunt her every Christmas Eve since your death in a vain attempt to try to talk to her." Davies said.

"Yes... but as much as I miss being among the land of the living... I wish to move on. But my dear sister's persistence in maintaining my legacy has anchored me to the land of the living." Jonathan explained.

"If what you're asking me Jonathan." Anna said as she finally exited her coffin. "Is that I stop protecting your descendants. THAT. Is non-negotiable... I made a promise to you to be a better sister in undeath then I was in life. AND to protect your family."

"No... no I would not ask you to break a past oath. For my crossing to come to past... you must die." Jonathan said.

"Of all the times to NOT have a proton pack." Davies seethed.

"That is not what I meant! I did not come here to kill anyone!... I meant die as a mortal. But... seeing as how conventional wisdom would say that undoing undeath is inherently impossible. That will likely never happen..."

"Huh... you know, I actually suspected you were regularly visited by ghosts. But I thought it was playing cards with the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future... and maybe Jacob Meerkatly." Davies said.

"Don't be absurd... Jacob Meerkatly is a fictional character. But still... to be mortal again... I would kill for that. But who could figure out a cure for vampirism?"

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"I warned you not to eat all of the milk and cookies that were left out for the real Santa." Elizabeth said to Pandora. Who has not only finished her rounds, but was sick from eating so many cookies.

"Worth it... totally worth it... cause tomorrow morning. Everyone will be surprised by the presents that Santa gave them." Pandora said, her stomach aching from all the sweets.

"Well... any particularly exciting gifts that you gave?" Elizabeth asked.

"Gave Mom a photo album of family memories, Dad I gave a replica of Mom's old carrot pen. Uncle Davies, I got a massive haul of antique Lego sets from the 80's, 90's... 2000's it was rather a lot. After a point there living room was stuffed to the ceiling from the sheer volume of plastic building toys." Pandora explained.

"I see... did you put efforts into ONLY delivering toys?" Elizabeth asked in concern, afraid that her creator was overly commercializing the holiday.

"Not... not entirely. Some homes I gave basic supplies and money in order to survive. Others I gave... a detox serum. And everyone whose been a direct deterrent to me personally... INCLUDING that sociopath Camalsky. I made certain they knew they were not out of my reach." Pandora said, nursing her upset belly. As well as referring to the camel that had taken over her robotics company.

"You... you didn't-"

"There still alive! Jees, I won't deny that I'm messed up. But I'm not going to kill them! It's Christmas for Pete sake... most I did was plant pranks, non-lethal gag gifts that'll just inconvenience them at best! Besides... all I really need is the fear that I COULD kill them anyway." Pandora said.

"What would Santa Claws say if he say you doing this?" Elizabeth said in disbelief.

Pandora took a deep breath. "Elizabeth... I hate to tell you this-"

"Tell her what?" Santa Claws said as he stepped into the room.

"WHAT THE?!" Elizabeth said in surprise.

"Ah, I don't believe either of you have met in person before." Clancy pipped in. "Ms. Wilde-Hopps this is Santa Claws, Santa Claws I'm sure you already know Pandora Wilde-Hopps."

"Oh believe me Clancy... I know her." Santa Claws said sternly.

"CLANCY! Why did you never tell me that Santa Claws was real before?!" Pandora said in irritation to the AI integrated into TSDD.

"You were never interested enough to ask me." Clancy said.

"Pandora... while I appreciate your indirectly giving my first Christmas off, I cannot however take your childish vendetta sitting down... so I brought an old colleague of mine to actually administer your punishment." Santa said as he stood aside... and in entered a hideos goat like creature.

"You better watch out... you better not cry... you better not pout I'm telling you why." The creature said ominously. "The Krampus is coming... to give you an irritating itch that you'll never be able to get rid of!" The Krampus said as he used his staff on Pandora. "I'd do worse... but a certain white lion doesn't like it when I kill people!" He ranted as Pandora stood up and tried to get at an unexplained itch on her back.

"You gave nightmares to a boy just because his family was dysfunctional, and his Christmas was lousey... real or not that was just aweful! And your slaughter of his grandmothers family?... I swear if naughtiness weren't a thing I'd have fired you ages ago." Santa said.

"Scratching just makes it worse!" Pandora yelled.

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Have a happy holidays.