AN-This is a follow up to chapter 186, where Sam and Freddie moved to Chicago, and everyone's down visiting them.

Mind

"Sam! Freddie! Wake up!" Gibby exclaimed, running into Sam and Freddie's bedroom. "It's Christmas! It's Christmas!"

"Gibby, shhh!" Freddie hissed as him and Sam were woken out of their slumber. "You're going to wake-"

But just then a loud cry emitted from the bassinet next to the couple's bed.

"Nice going, Gibby," Sam snapped, getting out of bed to retrieved the newborn. "We just got him to sleep an hour ago."

"But it's Christmas!" Gibby said. "The best day of the year!"

"It's also…six in the morning," Freddie said, looking at the clock on his bedside table.

"Hey, try sleeping in the same room as this guy," T-Bo yawned, dragging his feet into the bedroom. "Whole night he was tossing and turning…you know I need at least eight hours of beauty sleep otherwise I start to get wrinkles. And nobody wants a wrinkly T-Bo."

"What's going on? Why are we all in Sam and Freddie's room?" Spencer, who was still half asleep, asked, stumbling into the room.

"Gibby decided sleep wasn't really important," Freddie explained.

"Hey, what are we all doing?" Carly asked, joining the others. "I can you all from down the hall."

"Well, since we're all clearly not going to be getting any sleep," Sam mumbled. "We might as well go open presents."

"Oh and I should probably get my Santa outfit on," Spencer said.

"You just remember, the gig's mine in twenty minutes," Gibby said.

"You guys must be excited," Carly smiled as Sam, Freddie and the others began to head downstairs. "Your first Christmas as parents…pretty awesome, huh?"

"Yeah," Freddie nodded, smiling down at his son in Sam's arms. "I mean, even though he doesn't know what the heck is going on right now, it's still going to be cool."

"We've had a stocking all made up for him for almost a month," Sam added.

"And Carly spent the last six weeks buying presents for the kid," T-Bo added. "Do you know how hard it was cramming all them into the car? She made me take out my special smoothie blender."

"Oh, what were you going to do with a smoothie blender anyway?" Carly asked, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe blend smoothies with it?"

"Guys, hurry up!" Spencer called from the living room. "This Santa suit is itchy!"

"Okay, okay, we're coming," Freddie said.

"Wait, wait, let me get my camera ready," Carly said, turning on her pearphone. "I want to get my godson's first Christmas on video!"

"Ho, ho, ho!" Spencer boomed as everyone gathered in the living room. "Merry Christmas, little guy!" He walked over to Sam and bent down so that he could see the infant better. "Have you been a good boy this year?"

"Well, he's two days old, so I don't think he's had the time to do anything too terrible yet," Sam said.

"Then good news, buddy!" Spencer said, taking the baby gently from his mother. "You get presents!"

"Wow, I'm surprised he isn't freaking out," Carly said, watching Spencer with Sam and Freddie's child. "I mean, if some weird guy in a red suit picked me up, I think I'd be at least a little scared."

"He must know he's about to get toys," Freddie chuckled.

"Smart kid," Sam said.

"Eight minutes left, Spencer," Gibby said. "Then the better Santa gets to show up."

"Just ignore the crazy guy," Spencer said. "And look at what I brought for you all the way from the North Pole, see? A wittle baby rattle that lights up!"

"Um, did he make that?" Sam whispered to Carly.

"No, don't worry," Carly smiled. "He bought it from an actual store. No chance of it bursting into flames."

"And, see, look what your Uncle T-Bo got you," T-Bo said, showing the infant a large baby bottle. "Your very own smoothie bottle! This thing can hold 36 ounces of smoothie for your sipping pleasure. Plus it's made with Jamaican plastic!"

"Hey! This is Santa-present time!" Spencer snapped. "Keep your T-Bo presents for later, if you don't mind!"

"Well!" T-Bo frowned.

"Now, let's see what else Santa brought for you, buddy," Spencer said.

"Hey, my turn now!" Gibby said, walking back into the room dressed in his Santa outfit.

"What? I still have five more minutes!" Spencer exclaimed. He turned back to the baby. "Don't listen to anything this guy says, he's an imposter Santa!"

"No, you're the imposter!" Gibby said. "Look, I have toys too! How would you like your very first stuffed armadillo?"

"Armadillo?" Sam frowned.

"Yeah, you never had a stuffed armadillo when you were a kid?" Gibby said.

"Save your armadillos for your turn!" Spencer said.

"It is my turn!"

"I'm just gonna take him now…" Freddie said, quickly stepping over to the men and taking his son.

"Good call," Carly said. "This could turn fighty…"

"Yeah, if we're lucky," Sam said.

"Hey, careful around that bottle!" T-Bo said. "Jamaican plastic's not cheap!"

"Well, merry first Christmas," Sam said, taking the baby from Freddie just as Gibby began hitting Spencer with one of his slippers. "I promise, you'll get used to this…eventually."