Larvix was dead. There was no doubt about it. Old Isaiah Larvix was as dead as doornail. The true author of this immortal tale stated so himself relating to the real departed being, stating to his knowledge that a coffin nail was the deadest piece of iron within the trade. Then again, with such a cold time of year, to be revising the already written might portably motivate me to revise that Larvix was as dead as an icicle. Forgive me to repeat, yet again, that Isaiah Larvix was as dead as an icicle. This must be distinctly understood - or nothing wonderful can come of the famous story I am going to retell.

Zootopia, the city where anyone can be anything was coated in white, white snow. Everywhere predators and preys greeted each other with the enchanting holiday. Everywhere anyone went, gingerbread Santa Paws were for sale, fresh from the oven, decorations in all shapes of every animal, merchandise of the city in snow floating all over it including a pink-dressed Gazelle. Even on the big screens of city she was greeting "Krismasi Njema" to all the inhabitants. Young cubs and calves etc were throwing snowballs at each other and making snow angels together as everyone should get along, not like any unwelcome race but fellow passengers to the grave. It was three o'clock, but it was growing heavily dark. Small young mice stood on a special stage in the park square as they tiny lungs rung out beautiful carols for everyone to hear as gold fell into their tiny paws, blessing each and every one of them. The only thing that darkened the entire scene was a buffalo in a black winter coat and and a black winter hat. Everything Christmassy in sight, he just headed on grumbling at everything that came into view. Everyone knew his hatred for Christmas and it would spread through the whole city if anyone saw him that day. He even grumbled as he heard the angelic voices of the small mice recite:

God rest ye merry gentlemen

Let nothing you dismay

Remember Christ our Savior

Was born on Christmas Day

To save us all from Satan's pow'r

When we were gone astray

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joy

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

He arrived at his destination the ZPD, the Zootopian Police Department. As soon as he entered, he was with the entire lobby decked out in wreaths and bows and snowflakes and all the recruits tending to their business but with a cheery attitude on account of the magic of Christmas. Most of them with a while flask with Bunny Burrowes labeled on them and grey rabbit ears decorated on the bottom of each flask.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" the buffalo thundered.

Everyone turned and looked at him in terror. They knew he didn't like Christmas, but they didn't think he'd all this cheer so personally.

"We understand you don't like this holiday, Chief Bogo," said a police fox at his side, "but I thought we could do it just for those who do care for it."

"I'm Chief, Wilde!" Bogo snapped at the fox who was sipping form his flask. "You got a long way to go for that!"

"Just 'cause I'm a fox," Nick shrugged at the recruits smirking.

They chuckled.

"Enough of you comedy, Wilde!" said Bogo dangerously. "I'm not hesitant to fire you! Get your tail out of my sight and you lot, GET THIS RUBBISH OUT OF MY STATION! You'll all work an extra half hour during lunch tomorrow to reinforce I never see all this again."

They got to work and took everything down, murmuring in disappointment which made Bogo whip out "NO LUNCH BREAK TOMORROW!".

He looked at everyone with the white flasks and interrogated, "What are those beverages."

"Carrots' homemade hot chocolate," replied Nick. "Her mother's one of a kind. She's serving some of the other's upstairs."

"She's for it!" Bogo growled. "The lethargy she has caused has jeopardised the speed and reliability we have on Zootopia and Lionheart himself."

"Cut her some slack, Chief," said Nick kindly. "She was doing all this from her heart."

"But not the mind," said Bogo shortly. "I'm going to her right now and don't you dare come to the rescue, Wilde! Otherwise it will be worse for her - and you!"

He stomped up the stairs sniffing out his prey, but as he was halfway up the spiral staircase, he announced:

"And the next one to attempt to spread this Christmas rot will - be - sacked!"

Officer Judy Hopps, the first bunny cop of Zootopia, had just left the staff room wishing the recruits in there a Merry Christmas.

"Hopps!" demanded Bogo.

Officer Hopps jumped form the sudden demand and turned.

"Merry Chri-"

"SHUT UP!" he whipped.

Judy was taken aback by his reaction. Didn't everyone love Christmas?

"I am of intelligence that you are responsible of everyone's lethargy due to your hot beverage?"

"My mother's recipe, Chief," she said, "my mother thought you might appreciate the recipe for her famous coat on the accura-"

"I don't care about your mother and I do not care about your recipes, Hopps!" he snapped. "And I don't see why you're wasting my time with your family coco recipes. Neither do I see why you waste my time with insipid cheer with one single holiday. Instructor Larvix always said time is precious and not one minute is to be wasted within profession."

"Who, sir?" asked Judy.

"Isaiah Larvix," said Bogo shortly as he pointed at a portrait of a very stern looking polar bear in a smart dark blue jacket, white shirt and red tie.

"My instructor before coming into my profession," Bogo continued. "Died only seven years today."

"I'm sorry, Chief," Judy sympathised.

"Who cares?" grumbled Bogo.

"You know sir," said Judy comfortingly, "Christmas is that one time to lock your troubles and grief away."

The buffalo glared.

"He's at peace and I'm sure he'd want you to smile at this happy time?"

"Get back to your business, Hopps!" he snapped. "You're off work for a reason and your laziness is growing on you!"

"Sir," said Judy rubbing her big bump. "This is the baby…"

Bogo looked taken aback and gulped, but then he replaced his pained look with a dark glare. He suddenly remembered that she was off for temporarily for her pregnancy to kick in. But he did not approve of her presence, nobody if it was their time off.

"I only just came for a visit and to wish everybody a -"

"Anymore words from you about Christmas and you're back into parking duty until retirement."

Judy looked shocked at this threat. Why was he so bitter over this wonderful holiday?

"I've just come to find Ni-"

Bogo slammed his office door behind him and sighed crossly, ignoring her request before she could even finish it.

"Humbug," he grumbled.

He sat himself down at his desk and began writing his case files as though his life depended on it. His office held nothing but his awards and pictures of himself with Mayor Leodore Lionheart and Isaiah Larvix, the polar bear who, a reinforced reminder, had been dead for seven , in all the pictures, he was frowning importantly, just like his student.

"Seven years since your departure, Instructor," said Bogo calmly at one of the images of them both together staring proudly at the camera with prideful frowns. "But it hasn't left much of an impact on the society of police work. But I trust you are watching me every day as I make your soul prouder and prouder by the second of each day. Even when this hellish holiday threatens me."

Judy walked down to the reception desk sadly. How could Bogo treat her like this? She was only trying to spread some Christmas cheer around the ZPD, why would she be threatened to lose her job for a kind act?

Heavy-hearted she reached the desk. Benjamin Clawhauser was not there, yet. But in his replacement, was a tall, pretty female cheater wearing a pink fur coat and down by her feet were four young kittens bundled up well.

"May I help you?" she inquired.

"Do you know where I can find Mr. Clawhauser?"

"Coffee break, I'm afraid. What's your name? I can report it so he can get back to you."

"My name is Shirley. Shirley Honours. Do you work here?"

Just before Judy could answer the pretty female cheetah she spoke again:

"Oh yes! You're Judy Hopps. Honour, no pun intended, honour to meet you, Officer."

They shook paws warmly. "I have a home with Ben after some difficulty, me and my beautiful little boys."

Judy looked down at the four young kittens; the oldest was wearing a black winter coat with a ready scarf with snowflake knitted on it, the second oldest was wearing a dark green coat with a scarf knitted with Rudolph heads, each head with a red bobble nose sticking out, the third was wearing a dark blue coat with a green scarf with candy canes and the smallest wore a red coat with an orange scarf with snowflake and gingerbread men decorating it. However, they all had their mother's luminous green eyes. They all greeted her in order of listed appearance:

"I'm William. I wanna be a professional basketball player."

"I'm Andrew. I wanna be a writer when I grow up."

"I'm Fletcher. When I grow up, I'm gonna be the best move maker in Zootopia."

"I'm Jonah. I hope to be a big cuddly cheetah like Daddy when I become a daddy."

"Oh, how sweet," said Judy with her paws over her heart.

Are you going to be a Mommy, Miss Hopps?" asked Jonah noticing her bump.

"Yes I am."

"Can we touch your tummy?"

"Yes, but be gentle, and you'll have to take turns."

The cubs were amazed at how it felt.

"It's a Christmas miracle.", said Jonah.

"You're right about that. My fox son Noah is going to be a big brother!"

"You're living with a fox?" asked Shirley in surprise.

"I am," said Judy. "But Officer Wilde is a good one, don't worry."

Shirley smiled. "I'm sure he is. As long as you're happy."

"Of course I am," smiled Judy. "He can be a pian in the tail, but he is a sweet dog."

"As long as that then," said Shirley looking unsure. "I had a difficult marriage, but the previous one has been taken. Ben is a very sweet teddy bear. We met him on vacation last year, alongside Nick and Noah."

"You must have had a swell time together," thought Judy happily. "And your kittens are so sweet," she added as they nuzzled her and purred through it.

"What do you hope to have for Christmas?" Judy asked.

"A basketball!" said William.

"A writing book!" said Andrew.

"A camera!" said Fletcher.

"I've already got my Christmas present in a way," said Jonah. "Daddy Clawhauser!"

As this commenced, they heard some singing by the door and there they saw a big, fat cheetah in a ret coat with a box of doughnuts and a cup of cattuccino.

"DADDY!"

He put down his belongings, remained knelt down and held his hands out for the four young cheetahs who charged up to him and tackled him to the ground. They covered each other with kisses. He was also giggling from being tickled as the youngest kitten bounced on his enormous belly like a trampoline and jumped to Clawahuser's face with kisses and licks.

"What lovely surprise, my little doughnuts!" Clawhauser chuckled as he squeezed the four of them into a huge group hug.

"Hello, Bunny-Ben!" greeted Shirley as she piled in.

He eyed the tall, slim beautiful cheetah in her pink fluffy coat looked at him smiling and they both shared a kiss, William dangling a mistletoe above them.

All the recruits passing by admired this beautiful scene with the family, and Clawhauser announced, "My favourite Christmas gift all, a princess and her four little Dickens!"

Even McHorn the rhino melted at those words.

"CLAWHAUSER!" roared Bogo from the balcony. "I DIDN'T PERMIT VISITING TIMES! KINDLY SHOW THEM OUT THE DOOR! THOSE FOUR LITTLE PESTS ARE PUTTING ME OFF MY WORK!" and he turned away back to his office.

Jonah blew a raspberry up to the balcony.

"Jonah," said Shirley sternly as she and the others climbed off Clawhauser and picked her cub up. "I did not bring you up to be rude."

"But he was rude, Mama," Jonah argued.

"Even so, sweetie. Two wrongs do not make a right."

"I'm sorry," said Jonah.

"It's okay, darling," said Shirley as she kissed his cheek. "It's just of he saw you, that would get Daddy in trouble. So we're very lucky this time. And you don't want coal tomorrow, do you?"

"He just hates Christmas," said Clawhauser as he rushed over to grab his neglected doughnuts and hot chocolate. "Don't know why. Maybe it's because of Gloria," said Ben. "I miss her too."

"Who?" asked Judy.

"My late sister. She died from pneumonia complications on Christmas Day, two decades ago."

"I'm very sorry," said Judy looking sad. She didn't expect any tragedies to occur form such a cheerful moment from everybody.

"I'm brave enough to handle it," said Ben smiling gently. "I even have to be brave for my Mrs. and her little boys."

They ran up to their father, and hugged him, nuzzling their faces into his belly making him giggle. They hugged their father figure deep as Judy admired the sweet sight.
"It's like adopting a family of kittens," she expressed.
"Nick said the same," replied Shirley as she admired the interaction.

"If you want to be all those things you said," said Judy to the cubs who turned to her, "you be all those things. Because in Zootopia, anyone can be anything."

The kittens went up to Judy and hugged her, nuzzling the rabbit with their whiskers and purring. Judy found herself giggling at the sensation but awed at the affection that the sweet little felines were giving her.
"Awwww, the kittens love Aunt Judy already," complimented Ben looking sentimentally at them.

"Merry Christmas, Officer Hopps," they greeted as it was time to part ways and get ready to sleep the night away before tomorrow.

Judy wished them all a merry Christmas by giving them each a Zootopia sticker and she headed to the café where Noah was bound to be enjoying a hot drink with Vals.

Meanwhile, Clawhauser had some deep confusion for Bogo's behaviour to them all just now and to all the recruits. Thinking back on the topic involving Gloria, maybe he could make him reconsider. Benjamin Clawhauser himself was only a baby when Fernando came to the family.

Fernando Bogo was sitting there typing through his notes about the complaints given to him about the strongest case there is. He had sent his recruits out and about ever since November began but the hunt had been fruitless, even Officer Hopps couldn't even complete it. He was considering perhaps he ought to put her back into parking duty should they ever fail to find the thug when -

Knock! Knock!

"Come in," said Bogo.

Officer Wilde appeared.

"Come to cause my death with more jokes, Wilde?" said Bogo crossly. "Or did you disobey and come to scold me for confronting Hopps' actions?"

"Heck, no!" said Nick. "I'd never cause death on you with my jokes. Think what you'd leave behind."

He was going to say he would leave behind merriment and celebration, but he was not that cruel. He even reconsidered the joke of leaving his trophies behind.

"Then what is it?" said Bogo.

"The staff are a little cold," Officer Wilde explained. "They were asking maybe you could switch the heating on?"

"No," said Bogo plainly. "A cold cop is a determined cop as Instructor Larvix always said."

"You could have fooled me," said Officer Wilde, smirking. "He was a polar bear teaching a non-inhabitant of the North Pole."

Bogo glared, making the fox realise he had gone a little too far. "Look, let's just forget this, eh? We'll just start over and work together to find this thug?"

"Your job, Wilde!" said Bogo not taking his eyes off his papers. "I just give the orders."

"But you're a buffalo, sir," said Nick getting cross. "Please, reconsider. My five-year-old son had a close run-in with this lunatic and now has to spend his first Christmas with his daddy with a broken leg."

"Well, you should have kept a closer eye on him," Bogo growled. "Foxes are smart and sharp-minded. I guess I was wrong about you, Wilde."

"It was only then we learned about the thug!" Nick snapped. "I may have become a father by accident, but my kid is my entire Zootopia. Furthermore, we need extra security, sir! I'm a father unlike you! It'd have to take someone special to open your heart!"

"You will come here to work tomorrow at one o'clock!" snapped Bogo.

Nick's jaw dropped.

"But it's Christmas tomorrow!" he argued. "The guys decided to give me the whole day off to have my first Christmas with my son."

"And I've decided to deny you the pleasure," said Bogo factually. "I'm doing you a favour to be a better father. You got your son suffering for five years and clashing with thieves and murderers."

Nick's blood was boiling like a kettle.

Seeing the anger on the fox's face, the buffalo reconsidered and replaced his shift time to one-thirty.

"Not nearly enough!" whipped Nick. "At least I love my kid! I reckon if you had one, you'd have no idea you do have one!"

Bogo thumped the desk and rose up.

"YOU FINISH AT TWO IN THE MORNING TOMORROW!" he thundered. "NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I FIRE YOU THEN AND THERE!"

He sat down again, fire still in his eyes, but Nick stood there scowling. He may be just a fox, but he was not afraid a giant buffalo with butter feelings towards Christmas.

"Besides," said Bogo mote calmly but still frowning, looming over at Nick, "I made this idea, lest you prove that faces cannot be trusted. Prove your loyalty, Wilde. If you wish for your child to be healthy and walking, work and perhaps we will take this so-called thug more seriously. But if you disobey, you will be fired and doing me a grateful favour. Now leave my office or the ZPD together."

Without anything to say, at least using caution of words, Nick turned round, walked out of the office and closed the door. He would have loved to have slammed it so hard that the glass would shatter, but he'd rather have Bogo have the last laugh, whatever it was that might occur. He was positive that karma came to all negative beings. He wondered where the scouts from long ago were now. But he'd rather not bring that up, yet he hoped they had become low lifers on the streets. And yet again, Noah would not approve of him feeling such things to those who had wronged him in his own youth.

Knock! Knock!

Bogo glared up from the loud knocking outside his office door. He could make out his fat recruit's silhouette from his pudgy face and whiskers.

"Enter!" he demanded hotly.

The door opened and in walked Ben in a red coat and Santa hat, looking over the top with happiness glued upon his face making the buffalo roll his eyes.

"Merry Christmas, Chief!" Ben greeted.

"Humbug!" Bogo grumbled as he continued writing.

"Christmas a humbug? I'm sure you don't mean that," said Ben.

"Indeed, I do," snapped Bogo. "What reason have you to merry? You're of low position of the recruits in the business."

"What right have you to be un-merry?" retuned Ben. "You're of the highest position of the recruits in the business."

He laughed at his own joke to which Bogo, growled and roared "HUMBUG!"

"Don't be so sore, Chief," consoled Ben.

Bogo slammed down his pen onto the desk and stood up threateningly.

"What else can I be?!" he snapped. "Every day I hear that cursed word when every idiot does not realise the world we live in, a world where we are supposed to be keeping the city safe. Christmas, a time where you make yourself ignorant of your occupation and forgetting to remember it in the first place. If I could work it the way I want it to, every rapscallion who goes about with 'Merry Christmas' on their lips would be cooked with their turkey – and plunged with a carving knife right through their hearts."

"Chief …"

"CLAWHAUSER! You keep Christmas in your own way and let me keep it in mine. Christmas doesn't prevent pain and loss."

"Yes," said Ben understandably. "But then Christmas is that one healing time where we lose our fears and concerns and realise what's happening right before us, new friends, new family and even the most precious gifts that make you the happiest person in Zootopia!"

He walked over to the desk, pressed the intercom on it and announced, "Even though Christmas hasn't given him a more active place on the force, I believe Christmas has done me good and will do me good. And so, all of you wonderful ZPD recruits, I say 'God bless it'!"

This was responded by a storm and earthquake of applauding, hooting and cheering form under the two animals in the office, to which Bogo swished Clawhauser's paw off the intercom and thundered, "ANOTHER CHEER FROM YOU ALL AND YOU WILL CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS BY LOSING YOUR POSITIONS! FIRED! SACKED! DIMISSED NOT SUPSENDED, NOT SUSPENDED, FIRED!"

Silence fell from the lobby, everybody standing stunned from that cold-blooded threat. Officer Wilde inflicted a rude gesture that Bogo couldn't see.

Back in the office, Bogo facepalmed and glared at the cheetah with one eye.

"Quite a speech, lieutenant," he growled. "You should apply to join Lionheart."

"Why didn't you join me for Christmas dinner tomorrow? Get to know Shirley and her boys?"

"Is that who they were?" said Bogo. "That cheetah with her cubs? "Why are they still with you? I thought their culprit was already in jail."

"Just a feeling for her," replied Ben weakly.

"Hmph! 'A feeling for her'," Bogo remarked. "Of the most cockamamie things I have ever heard since my position of the ZPD. Love is dangerous, Clawhauser. Love is a trap."

"I don't see why," said Ben. "Her sons love me. They say I brought them me, a new daddy, Jonah, the youngest, even saying I'm also Santa in a way because he loves cuddly cheetahs. Do you think there is much resemblance?" he added as he looked down at his enormous belly and shaking it at Bogo. "What do you think?"

"I think you should leave this office and take that doughnut storage with you. I've had a hornful of Christmas talk! And a hornful of your girl and four cubs who are destined to come here at a juvenile age, as all troublesome youths do."

Ben felt disheartened.

"But what about meeting your possibly futuristic -"

"SHUT - YOUR - MOUTH!" bellowed Bogo. "LEAVE MY OFFICE BEFORE I MAKE YOU AND YOUR FUTURE FAMILY BEGGARS!"

Clawhauser ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him. He looked through the door sadly at the hard-hearted silhouette of the buffalo writing at his desk. The plump cheetah on the other hand, pulled out an old photograph from his pocket of a younger cheetah and a buffalo along with an older, beautiful female cheetah, all in the photo smiling.

"I don't know what happened, Gloria," he said sadly to the female cheetah on the photo. "He was a much different calf."

Nick spent about half an hour in the bathroom, not for business, but to let the fumes out. He was almost at the urge of smashing the mirrors with a truncheon form the cabinet next door to the bathroom, but had enough sense for it. He stormed down the stairs in fury. How can Buffalo Butt not understand the love of a kid? Surely he had a family once! Nick's eyes fell upon a frame of a young Bogo with Mayor Lionheart and some polar bear? Don't know, don't care. In the fox's pocket was a small satsuma. He was aiming to shoot it right into the portrait's stern, pompous face of the buffalo and add some sweetness into it. Just as he was ready to fire -

"Daddy!"

Nick's fury immediately melted to the sound of that familiar voice. He turned round and saw his leg-casted son waving to him by the desk.

"Noah! Come here, you!" cried Nick happily he knelt down to his son's level, hugged him and planted a huge, loving kiss onto his nose as Noah did the same, but soon led to a kiss war as they kissed each other everywhere on the faces, Noah kissing his dad's nose which made him sneeze, to which they both chuckled.

"You must be freezing, son!"

"I'm okay, Daddy," said Noah as his father wrapped his huge bushy tail around him like a scarf. "But I really love your tail. I asked Mommy if I could see if you were here. She did a bit of shopping when she couldn't find you. We're waiting for Valley's mother to pick him up anyway."

"Who's Valley?" asked Nick.

"My best friend at school," Noah explained.

"Ah yes, that wolf, isn't he?" said Nick.

"Valiant Strongpaw," Noah nodded. We just went for a hot chocolate. His grandmother works at the cafe. Mommy is talking to Uncle Ben over there"

"You should invite your friend around more often. I want to know your friends."

"I'll do it more often, Daddy," said Noah. "Just want my foot to heal first."

"Not to worry," said Nick. "Until then, you can do nothing but put your best foot forward."

"That was so hilarious I had no time to laugh," Noah remarked.

Nick responded by noogying him making his pup giggle. He clearly got his father's smart mouth from him and not question about it. At that point, a wolf cub wearing a grey winter coat came into view.

"How are you, Noah?" he asked.

Noah smiled. "Daddy, this Valley Strongpaw."

"Nice to meet you, pal," said Nick as she shook paws with the cub.

"Pleasure to meet you too, Officer Wilde."

"What do you hope to get for Christmas?" Nick asked.

"Ah, just the typical books," replied Valley. "I like reading, but everyone thinks I'm boring because of it."

"Don't let those suckers get to you," said Nick. "Don't forget this is Zootopia, a place where anyone can be anything. Noah here learned quickly when I found him."

Valley smiled.

"So, you went for a hot chocolate yes?" said Nick.

"Yeah," said Valley. "My grandma works there."

"You won't be too late will you, Daddy?" asked Noah.

"Valiant!" called a voice form the doors which was a female wolf in a grey coat waving.

"Coming, Mom!" he called. "Merry Christmas, Noah."

They both shook paws and Valley shook his with the older fox. "Have a very merry Christmas, Officer Wilde."

"You too, buddy," said Nick. "And a happy new year."

Valley ran to his mother and they left the station in high spirits.

Nick knelt down on both knees and said, "I'll be home same time tonight," said Nick, "but tomorrow will be very tricky."

"Why?" asked Noah in suspicious curiosity.

"Buffalo Butt is such a grinch he's making Daddy come to work tomorrow."

Noah gasped.

"But they gave you the day off!" he cried sadly.

"I know, pal," said Nick. "But it's the chief's choice."

"Bogo is making you work tomorrow?!"

They turned to see Judy right before them with surprise. "But what about the day off?" she cried.

"Please don't confront him, Carrots," begged Nick. "It'll be worse for me and you if you do it."

"What time does your shift end tomorrow?" asked Judy.

Nick sighed. "Two in the morning."

Noah hugged his father and began to sob.

"Please little guy," soothed Nick. "It breaks Daddy's heart to see you cry."

"It's not fair!" Noah sobbed. "You're my Daddy!"

Nick cuddled his son in his tail until he calmed down. He just hated to see his little cub cry like this. He was more used to his laughter. There would have been a lot of it, tomorrow. But then Buffalo Butt throws this trash onto him.

"I'll tell you what," said Nick gently as he wiped Noah's tears away. "When Daddy comes home, he will spend the night with you, to make up for lost time. If that's okay with Mommy?"

"Of course it is, darling," said Judy as she kissed Nick's head.

"Next year I'll just have to write on my list for Santa that you are free every Christmas."

"That will be perfect, son," smiled Nick as he cuddled his little fox again. "Mommy will you take you home now and Daddy will come home with a McDonalds meal for a Christmas treat. What do you say?"

"Yes," said Noah with a weak smile.

"You can smile better than that," urged Nick.

Noah smiled wider until Nick was contented by it. After another kiss, Noah left with Judy, but not before Clawhauser signed on his cast.

Nick ran up to them before they left for another hug.

"I love you both very much. You're my entire Zootopia, the both of you."

He knelt down to Noah and said "Just think, you're going to see your grandparents for the first time in five years."

If only Noah could have stayed a little longer, Nick thought. His son melted away his angers and strife in the temporary Hell hole the ZPD had become.

Bogo was grumbling about the concentration he lost; all about Christmas, benefits that were useless, love and all that nonsense he would not tolerate to here in the ZPD.

"I'll retire to Cliffside when I'm through with these pillocks," Bogo grumbled. As he was syncing his frustration, the door knocked again.

"WHAT NO -"

He cut himself when in entered a grey young rabbit in a violet winter coat. It was the form of Bellflower Hopps, Judy's sister, now Bellflower Ryo.

"Oh, erm, Mrs. Ryo," said Bogo more politely with an obviously cross expression. "I'm rather busy so if you could be quick. I just hope your husband -"

"I heard it," said Blake appearing at the doorway.

Blake Ryo was a rabbit from the Deerbrooke Country Police Department. He played a big part of Noah's escapades when he journeyed from the cruel predator institute to Zootopia. Noah had been taken in by a group of thieves and as a result the young cub was mistakenly arrested and brought before Bogo. But Officer Ryo had witnessed the real pickpockets and rushed all the way to the ZPD to exonerate Noah. And with his help, they helped find his identity which was with Officer Nick Wilde.

"Who is that person with you and the mayor?" asked Bellflower looking up the image of the polar bear.

"Instructor Larvix," replied Bogo. "Died seven years ago this very night. Well, what do you want?" he added shortly. "As you've also heard, I'm rather busy."

"It's the orphanage, Chief," Bellflower explained. "As Officer Ryo has probably told you already, we are proud parents of three beautiful triplets."

Bogo scowled.

"If that's all you've come to say, I shall book you for wasting my time!"

"At this festive season of the year," Bellflower cut in. "It's our reputation to find orphans to find a home at our care and have a warm Christmas."

"But she's asking if there has been anything about the thug and that we might be getting warm towards nabbing him," Officer Ryo finished.

"Are there no hospitals?"

"Plenty of hospitals," replied Bellflower.

"And what about the institutes? Still in operation I assume"

"Very full," replied Officer Ryo.

"Well, it seems you have no choice!" said Bogo plainly. "Christmas puts concentration out of my mind. This thug is just a thug and children will just have to watch their step. Your orphans - regardless of space - are better off squeezing in institute cells if their lives come first. And if you fear this villain coming to your home, you'd obviously have to leave it where it is."

"That's unfair!" snapped Officer Ryo. "There's so many orphans to take care of, the board can tell you that. "

"Officer Wilde's cub broke his leg due to the beast," said Bellflower patiently. "All children of Zootopia, especially my three babies, will die."

The buffalo banged his desk and rose up.

"THEN DIE THEY MUST!" he glowered over and growled "and decrease the population of careless young darers."

Bellflower was shocked upon these words, Blake on the other hand was livid with rage. How dare Buffalo Butt say such things about Nick's child like that, especially his own three off-springs. They may not have been his off springs by blood, but he loved them 100%.

"I hope my advice was useful and I bid you both good evening."

The two rabbits made for the door, Bellflower turning back and saying with a tear in her eye, "Perhaps if you were a father you would understand these circumstances."

Bogo looked down at his work still and said cruelly, "Your insubordination has just lost your husband his job."

Bellflower gasped in shock and looked at Blake who looked rather composed.

"Are you still here?!" the buffalo whipped.

The rabbit made themselves scarce and shut the door.

"I'm so sorry!" Bellflower sobbed, her paws clasped over her face.

"You did me a favour, babe," Blake consoled, hugging her tight. "Who needs him?"

"But if you go back to Deerbrooke County, that will mean losing time with your children."

Blake looked on in concern.

"We'll think of something. Come on, let's not let this ruin Christmas. This means a whole day with my fluffy queen."

He scooped her up into his arms and kissed her as they walked down the stairs.

Right after the departure of these two rabbits, entered the form of two foxes from a pink van full of bake goods. This just so happened to be Gideon Grey and his little cub Graham. Graham had just earned some money, in fact a great deal for his beautiful voice. His father had come to collect him, but firstly had to stop to hand out some blackberry and apple pies the ZPD had ordered (for the cafeteria). Gideon was wearing a light brown Christmas jumper with knitted with gingerbread men and Christmas puddings, his son wearing the exact same.

"Like father, like son," remarked Gideon chuckling that morning when they found themselves wearing the same thing – and Graham did take baking for a hobby, that and singing, which may have been tested a little too much due to his bad-timed choice to bring some merriment to Bogo.

He tugged at his father's tail who knelt down. The cub whispered into his ear.

"I don't see why not, tyke," his father chuckled warmly. Gideon just so happened to be ignorant of Bogo's bitterness. So, balancing two pies on each hand and arm, he left his son where was by the outside of the office.

Bogo was typing away on his laptop when he was greeted by an unexpected sound:

There magic in the air this evening

Magic in the air

The world is at her best, you know

When people love and care

The promise of excitement is one the night will keep

After all, there's only one more sleep til Christmas

At that final word, Bogo rose up from his desk, stormed to the door, swung it open and looked down at the small fox cub looking up at him while still singing.

"What are you doing?!" demanded swiping the fox cub away. "Get out of here before I phone your parents! Before I book you! GO ON! OUT!"

"Hey, now, Chief B!"

On the right came in the form of Gideon as his little cub fled down the steps. "Cut my son some slack! He's only a kid spreading Christmas cheer while I delivered the doughnuts to the station."

"Well as his father, Mr. Grey I suggest you keep an eye out - if the thug is what you've come to complain about! And don't even think of wish me merriment form all this humbug, because I will restrain you!" remarked Bogo slamming the door behind him.

Gideon yearned to march into the office and give him a talking to, but remembering his own shameful past, he could not bring himself to do so. He looked down at the little fox standing by the door of the entrance, his head staring down at his feet.

He made his way down as quick as he could, rushed to his son, picked him up and help him in a tight hug and kiss.

"Everyone's a critic, eh pal?" he smiled gently as he wiped a tear form his son's eye. "You have the voice of an angel otherwise you'd have earned very little."

"Am I going to jail?" he asked his father.

"Of course not," smiled Gideon as they walked out. "There's no such crime as singing carols. Come on, sweetheart. We'll go home and have a nice mug of Daddy's famous hot chocolate. Christmas will take your mind off'a this."

Judy opened the door and let Noah in as he staggered into the hallway. They both walked into the television room, removed their winter coats and sat down on the red, cosy couch. Noah lay his head on Judy's as they as they threw a brown cotton blanket over them.

"Is the baby safe, Mommy?" asked Noah.

"Snug as a bug in a rug," Judy assured him. Ever since the baby started to grow, Noah also checked it was warm and would criticise Judy if she was without a blanket. Even though she knew the baby was already warm, she decided to go with it just to make Noah smile, for it was overwhelmingly obvious that he loved the baby very dearly.

"Can I talk to the baby?" asked Noah.

Judy smiled, brought him to her lap and he pressed his head onto the rabbit's belly, kissing it and stroking it.

"Are you warm enough?" he asked. "Don't worry. Your big brother is here to keep you warmer."

They sat there all settled in the warmth together, until finally at ten o'clock, Nick walked into the house. They came out into the hall to meet him, Judy support Noah as they walked into the lobby together and there stood Nick with three paper bags, all with a yellow M imprinted.

"Christmas Eve supper, my darlings," he smiled.

Noah waddled up to him and hugged his legs with one arm so to keep hold of his crutch.

"I missed you, Daddy," he smiled.

Nick knelt down, placed the bags to the ground and cuddled his son, bundling him in his tail like he did earlier on and kissed him everywhere as though hew was watering the prettiest flowers he had ever grown - which he had in his eyes, this cub being his own.

"I missed you too, son. Daddy's here now and we will have a swell time before Christmas tomorrow."

So there they sat in the same room, eating their burgers and fries watching classic Christmas movies on Batflix, such Mole Alone, The Santa Pause, Elfephant and The Polar Bear Express. As they did so, Noah used Judy's soft bump for a pillow, mainly because he wanted to feel attached to his little sibling. However, he was surprised by a sudden jolt.

"Your tummy's moving!" Noah panicked.

"Of course," smiled Judy. "The baby is starting to kick."

She took Noah's paw and placed it on her tummy. "Can you feel it?"

"It's kicking my paw!" Noah remembered doing the same thing when Bellflower was pregnant.

"It's so cool, Mommy," said Noah as he felt the baby kicking. "I wish I was inside so I can meet it early."

"It'll be here soon," Judy kissed his head. "You'll be the best big brother in all of Zootopia."

Nick, upon hearing this, got up from his sitting spot, went over to his rabbit, placed his paw on her belly and felt the little thing inside kick.

"Daddy's here," Nick smiled. "Buffalo Butt won't book you as long as he's here."

"We shouldn't make fun of Bogo, Daddy," said Noah. "He must be a good person deep within. After all, he let me go when Blake and Mr. Trunkworth proved me innocent."

"I guess you're right, son," said Nick as his kissed his nose. "He just drives Daddy's tail frizzy."

Noah placed his ear on the baby, enjoying the sensation of the bumping as they watched Batflix.

Soon after their film fest had concluded, they made their way into Nick and Judy's bedroom and removed their attire, staying just like that. They agreed that every animal of Zootopia should sleep that way, for this was the case in the stone age, naked foxes cuddled their cubs in their tails to keep them warm, even on such a cold snowy night, like now where heavy flakes were visibly seen floating from outside the window. Even though they would still sleep under a duvet, their warmth of each of their furs. Noah loved it most of all, spending five years in an abusive institute for predators, he never felt a loving warmth and now with the warmth of a rabbit and fox, nothing made him feel more secure, especially his father's warm, beautiful, heavenly tail, a tail he could never do without, a tail to keep him out of the cold.

"I'm glad to have you back, Daddy," said Noah.

"Daddy's glad to be home too," smiled Nick kissing his son three times. "All snug and warm with you two."

"Three," corrected Noah as he looked at Judy's belly the rabbit rubbing it gently, the fox cub joining in. "Mommy?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"How did the baby get in your belly?"

Judy suddenly blushed, so did Nick.

"Santa gave it to me as an early Christmas present," said Judy. "Because he knows what a good little fox you have been."

Nick winked at her, praising her for the improvised story.

"Wow," reacted Noah who suddenly yawned. "Well, time to sleep. Good night, little baby."

Noah kissed the belly and made sure Judy put the blanket over it. Then he kissed his parents goodnight and they snuggled up together, Noah feeling safe and secure in warmth, protected form the bitter cold outside Zootopia. His first Christmas with his soft, warm mother and father, wrapped up in his scarf of a tail, soon to wake to the first magical day of his life. And at the same time cheirshed his father as much as he could, for 1:30 tomorrow should rob him.

Bogo trotted through the heavy snow in his deep, black leather coat that came down to his knees, his sternness colder than snow itself. The city was silent expect for the soft, howling wind and the Christmas lights were lighting up the darkness of the surroundings of the city.

Bogo's house was located near Tundra Town, the old home of his late instructor Isaiah Larvix which he had inherited to his student. It was a clear night; the stars were twinkling like diamonds but somehow it all seemed foggy. The buffalo was none too bothered about this as it was winter and Tundra Town would tend to come into such a state, but the next image gave him too much a material to work with; the fog seemed to thicken as he walked on through the snowy path, but somehow it began to take take the shape of some limousine of some sort which slowly drove by his side. Bogo eyed this as the vehicle halted. The buffalo looked at it in shock for there was no undertaker driving the vehicle. Bogo looked at the coffin when his heart skipped a beat as he read on the plaque Isaiah Larvix. The hearse drove on, steering onto the middle of the path and faded into thin air.

Rather shaken, Bogo still held his head high and reminded himself that Larvix had been dead for seven years. Little did he know that the haunting was only to begin, regardless of life facts.