I felt like I needed to write something for this year's Christmas due to the current circumstances that affects everyone on the planet, so I whipped this up in a hurry.

This is an AU version, meaning Carol is not an antagonist and her four Autoscorers are good puppets.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Disclaimer: I do not own any Symphogear characters!

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Carol sat on her throne in the Château de Tiffauges located in France, watching the news on a holographic screen. She softly gritted her teeth as she heard the scientists say they were suspecting the upcoming holidays could extend the current global crisis.

Many families couldn't celebrate the holidays together in person because they feared to spread the virus and affect their loved ones. Many lives had already been harvested by the deadly virus because of the government's late actions and selfish people who refused to listen to the mandatory rules that had been put up loud and clear.

"Horrible…", Carol muttered irritably.

She recalled the time she had with her father before he was burned to death because the foolish villagers called him unworthy of being a miracle worker after he saved them from a plague by coming up with a cure. That happened centuries ago, but the memories were still fresh in the now immortal girl's mind. Back in those days, people believed God would descend when they were suffering and He would heal them from what ailed them.

Now, in the modern world, the mankind had evolved and learned more to move on and depend on the science. Sadly, there were still people out there who were simple-minded and called the virus a hoax, refusing to wear a mask in public, and vaccines would only cause more harm than good and claimed God would heal them again, but the truth was those people were the ones who were afraid and had been manipulated by corrupted leaders and showed hostile demeanor in defense to protect themselves from the people who knew better.

Carol, who had seen and followed the evolution of the mankind, smiled softly as she got an idea. "Garie, Micha, Leiur, Phara."

The four Autoscorers were in the main room, each one balancing on pedestals in different pose that represented a certain dance style.

"Yes, Master?" Garie spoke up, not moving from her ballet position.

"You all just heard the news from the outside, right?" Carol asked.

"It was certainly not hard to miss it", Leiur commented.

"So many people out there are suffering… Poor children and adults alike", Phara sighed sadly.

"Yes", Carol nodded. "They have already suffered so much, and now they cannot see their loved ones on the holidays. The lockdowns and restrictions have already harmed them more than enough. It's sad to see so many have fallen into darkness and depression."

"Can't we cheer them up?" Micha asked with a wide toothy grin.

"That was my idea", Carol confessed before she stood up from her throne. "Autoscorers! This year, we will give everyone on Earth a Christmas they'll never forget!"

"But how can we do that, Master?" Leiur wondered.

Carol smirked softly. "I'm going to create a new Faust Robe based on Santa Claus and we'll travel from country to country to spread joy and love!"

"I'd like to have an outfit that's like Santa Claus too!" Garie spoke up in joy. "Can you make one for me too, Master? Pretty please?"

"Well, since you asked so nicely", Carol nodded before she glared at the water-element puppet. "But you better be a good girl and not freeze people into ice, or else you won't get any presents."

"I promise, Master! I'm always a good girl!" Garie smiled before laughing hideously.

"That's an understatement for sure", Phara commented nonchalantly. "She would still go against Master's orders for her own fun."

"If the actual Santa Claus knew Garie's rotten personality, he would put her on the forever-naughty list", Leiur added.

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Carol worked hard to create her new Faust Robe and Garie's costume in time for the winter holidays. She got much appreciated help from her Autoscorers as they were motivated to follow their master's commands and spread hope across the globe.

Since the other Autoscorers didn't request for own costumes, Carol made red and white Santa hats for them while working on a golden sleight that didn't need magical reindeers to fly in the sky.

The Alchemist Cult managed to finish everything in time. Carol was trying on the Christmas-themed Faust Robe while Garie made several pirouettes in joy for wearing a warm Santa coat. Her Santa hat was decorated with a black ribbon and mistletoes.

"This is excellent handicraft, Master!" Garie smiled. "Thank you!"

"I'm glad you like it", Carol smiled before she and the ballet puppet walked out of the Château.

The other Autoscorers were waiting with the golden sleight packed with gifts for everyone. Snow was falling like powdered sugar and had already created a white blanket on the ground.

"Master!" Micha smiled widely before she ran to Carol and gave her a big hug. "You look so adorable! Our Santa Claus!"

Carol grunted slightly in pain by her fire puppet's strength. "Y-Yeah, I know, Micha! Let me go!"

"Micha, you're ruining Master's brand new Faust Robe", Phara said with a shake of her head.

"Oops, sorry!" Micha grinned before she let go of the never-aging girl.

"Everything is prepared, Master", Leiur informed Carol.

"Good", Carol nodded. "Now then… Phara."

"I understand", Phara nodded before she brought out her sword and began dancing Flamenco.

The wind puppet collected energy of the wind while Carol and the other Autoscorers got onto the sleight. They made sure to secure themselves and the gigantic sack of wrapped Christmas gift before Phara unleashed a green whirlwind at the golden sleight.

The sleight was levitated up to the sky while Phara used the wind to jump onto it before the group took off. Golden particles were coming out of the sleight as they flew among the falling snow. The clouds soon opened to reveal the dark blue sky with the moon and stars.

"Yahoo! We're flying!" Micha cheered as she moved her legs up and down on her seat.

"You've done a great job, everyone", Carol smiled at the Autoscorers.

"Of course, Master", Leiur nodded. "Your wish is our command."

Garie grabbed the golden steering wheel to have control over the sleight. "So what's our first destination, Master?"

"Paris, obviously", Carol nodded.

"Okay! Paris, here we come!" Garie cheered before steering the sleight.

"Just don't control or else we might crash, Garie", Phara reminded the water puppet.

"I wanna steer too!" Micha pouted.

"No, Micha!" Garie glared at the fire puppet. "Your hands are too big for the wheel."

"Fine…", Micha pouted before crossing her arms.

Carol giggled before she remembered something. She pulled out five handmade face masks, each one having a different color to represent their users. She got up from her seat and carefully put the face masks on each of her Autoscorers before putting her own on.

"Master, why do we need the face masks?" Micha blinked confusedly. "We're puppets; we can't get sick."

"Yes, but we need to set a good example for everyone else", Carol explained. "I may have an immortal body, but I'm still a human. I can still get the virus, so I want to protect myself and the others…so I can live forever with the four of you."

"That's very lovely and thoughtful of you, Master", Leiur smiled underneath her mask.

"Thank you, Master!" Garie smiled.

She let go of the steering wheel to give Carol a hug, but that caused the sleight to lose control, making an air-dive toward the ground.

"Garie, the wheel!" Phara yelled as she held onto the sleight.

Garie yelped in shock before she quickly grabbed the steering wheel and steered it back up to the air. Everyone sighed in relief before they glared at the water puppet.

"Oopsie…", Garie giggled slightly.

"After Paris, Phara is in charge of the wheel", Carol declared.

"Aye-aye, Captain!" Garie saluted with a wink.

Carol sighed before she looked up to see the lights of the Eiffel Tower in the distance. "We're close to Paris. Is everyone ready?"

"Yes!" the four Autoscorers cheered.

Carol pressed a button on the dashboard and launched several rockets from the sleight. The rockets flew toward Paris, but then up to the sky before they exploded into magnificent firework, each with a different message on French.

"Joyeux Noël!" the Alchemist Cult yelled from the sleight as the citizens in Paris were watching at the beautiful display before wrapped presents were raining down on them, many of the presents containing face masks.

"And hang in there, everyone!" Carol added. "We've survived many hardships before; we can do it again!"