OK, for this story, just pretend the werewolves clothes do just pop in and out of existence, I tried to keep it to the line of Stephenie's story, but it makes it so much easier to write if they're not constantly getting dressed when they phase. I tried it, I think you'll like this version of it better.

Thanks! Now enjoy!

On Christmas Eve I put Renesmee to bed in Edward's old room, the family wanted to be there when she opened her stocking, and it was a lot easier to have her do it at the house than the cottage.

Edward and I had wanted to make Christmas morning as real as possible for her, and unlike human children, she could recognize any of our scents. This had posed a slight problem with delivering the gifts, but thanks to Jacob we had come up with a solution, but we needed a younger werewolf's help. She knew the older ones too well.

When Nessie had fallen asleep, I started downstairs to find the others had already gone outside. I joined them on the yard and went to stand by Edward, taking his hand wordlessly, turning like the others to stare into the empty darkness of the forest.

It was a few minutes before anything happened, then they came.

I watched as two wolves appeared out of the forest. The russet furred one, which I knew to be Jacob, came first, followed by an ashy grey. The wolves shimmered and disappeared, and Jacob stepped forward from the spot they had been, right behind him was the sandy haired boy who bore a strong resemblance to Seth, though he was at least a year younger. They had the same gangly build, with too long arms and legs. Their features were similar, and he had the russet skin of all the Quileutes.

Brady's eyes were alight with curiosity and a touch of humor as he took in the surrounding vampires, for the whole family had come to watch. His automatic tensing to our sent was to be expected, but he relaxed quickly, the easy smile still present on his face. He really was a lot like Seth in more ways than one.

Unexpectedly, Edward started laughing. "You didn't tell him?" He directed the question at Jacob, working to control his expression without much success.

Jacob looked sheepishly at Brady, who now looked a little wary of whatever story he had been told.

"Well, not everything," Jacob admitted. Brady glared.

"And what did you conveniently forget to mention, Jake," he asked, his voice inflicted with a bit of steel, arms crossed over his chest. This was a kid who always had to have the full story.

By now the rest of the family was laughing. Esme and Carlisle were trying to hide it, while Emmett was doubled over, clutching his sides. Rosalie, Alice and I had our hands over our mouths, shaking with our silent giggles, and Edward had turned his back so no one saw his amusement, greater than the rest because of the thoughts that Brady must be thinking. Jasper was sending calming waves over us, and controlling himself much better, though his eyes gave him away.

Jacob refused to lose confidence as he explained what Brady had agreed to.

Brady's eyes grew wide, and when Jacob finished, he seemed close to laughter himself. "You seriously want me to do this?" he clarified. Jacob nodded. "Man, you got it tough. All the girls out there and you get the one who can trace your scent." By now he was laughing too, maybe even harder than we were. I was pleased that he didn't seem to have any antagonism against Renesmee; I really didn't think I'd be able to just stand and listen if he did, and that probably wouldn't go over so well with Sam. Brady was in that pack, but he wasn't as set against vampires as some. He preferred to keep his distance, but it was more a precaution than anything else. This was why Nessie had never met him (directly, anyway, he had done his part to help when the Volturi came, but was never singled out), making him our Santa Claus.

Jacob just shrugged. "I wouldn't trade it for anything." Brady nodded that he understood; he had experienced the thoughts with imprinting firsthand through the mind connection. "'Sides, it makes life interesting, to say the least."

Brady grinned at this understatement, and turned to address the rest of us, smile still in place. "Well, should we get on with it?" He turned without waiting for an answer and strode into the forest.

Seconds later, the grey wolf bounded out of the trees once more. In three powerful strides, he leapt nimbly onto the roof. The wolf shimmered and seemed to shrink into itself, and Brady was suddenly standing in its place.

Emmett snickered as Edward took the bag from him and followed Brady to the roof. Brady took it and slung it good-naturedly over his shoulder. "Just to check, whose idea was this?" He said it like an afterthought, but I could tell that he really wanted to know the answer.

"Jacob's" Edward grinned, knowing the true motive better than I could ever guess. "Be thankful, Alice wanted you to dress the part, too."

"Of course." Brady rolled his eyes, not seeming at all surprised by this news. He spun on his heal and looked down at the rest of us, his eyes resting on Jacob's. "You owe me!" he called. His voice was only half joking, unfortunately for Jacob.

Jacob just laughed, waving cheekily. Brady rolled his eyes again, this time more dramatically.

Without another word, he climbed onto the chimney, throwing one leg over the edge and easing himself in. When he was hanging by one hand, he let go completely. I heard him slide down the chimney, and it didn't sound pleasant. I winced when I heard him mutter a curse under his breath about two thirds of the way down. Edward rubbed my arm soothingly.

"He's fine," he murmured reassuringly, too low for anyone else to hear. Sure enough, in the next few seconds I heard Brady stumble out of the fireplace.

"We should've lit a fire when he started climbing down," Emmett muttered teasingly, earning a simultaneous punch from Jacob and Jasper on each arm.

My eyes were glued to the plaster that concealed the chimney. I could hear the rustles and thumps as Brady took things out of the bag and arranged them around the tree and in the stocking.

"How is he planning to get back up?" Esme worried quietly.

"He's going to climb," Edward answered, his eyes unfocused, no doubt he was listening intently to Brady's mind as well as checking Nessie's for any signs that she was waking. I wished I could see what was happening the way Edward could. I could hear Brady kicking his feet into the wall, sliding his back along the bricks. I could even tell where he was, but I didn't know exactly how he was doing it. It was incredibly frustrating.

The climbing process was slow, but a few minutes later Brady emerged. It was a rather comical sight as the empty sack jumped from the chimney as if it had been spit out, but far more humorous was the figure that followed. Brady was coated from head to toe in soot, his clothes hopelessly ruined. He smiled anyway, and his eyes and teeth were a hilarious contrast to his dirty skin.

"Alright, I'll admit that that was a little fun," he confessed, attempting to shake the black dust out of his hair. Anyone who hadn't laughed at his appearance did now, those who had already laughed were laughing even harder. I was beyond grateful that Nessie was a heavy sleeper, the result of many nights in our tiny home.

Brady explained how he had pushed against the walls of the chimney with his back and legs, pulling himself up with a little difficulty. He had rested the sack on his stomach, and gripped the cracks in the brick for leverage.

Brady left a short while later, refusing Esme's offers for a shower and clean clothes, but laughing at her insistence of cleaning the chimney for next year. I hadn't expected him to accept, the smell was tolerable only to Jacob and Seth, the other wolves always avoided it. Jacob fell asleep on the couch, and the rest of us departed to our separate activities. Edward and I went upstairs to his room. It hadn't changed, even though we now lived in the cottage. His music collection was still in place, as was the king sized bed Renesmee was sleeping in. I smiled at the memories from when I was still human, and thought that bed was a great inconvenience. So much had changed since then, but I didn't find a bit of regret in any memories.

Edward sat down on the black leather sofa, pulling me on top of him. I nestled into his chest, and he kissed my hair. "How well do you think this will work?" I whispered.

He shrugged. "She's intelligent, she might figure it out. But Brady did very well; I don't think there's any way for her to know."

I smiled. "What was he thinking when Jacob told him he had agreed to go down a vampire's chimney?"

"Oh, that," Edward chuckled. "Well, he was shocked, and that's an understatement. His first reaction was 'Disgusting, the smell is bad enough out here.' Then he saw something funny about going down the chimney just like Santa Claus, that's why he was so agreeable. The scent didn't even bother him as much as he thought. I have to say I was impressed."

I laughed quietly, happy that everything had gone well. Now we just had to wait for Renesmee to wake to find out if it had been a true success.

A couple hours later the sun was up and Nessie stirred. She rolled over and blinked, dazzled by the sun's light. Edward darted next to her, Bending so his lips were by her ear.

"Santa Claus came down the chimney for you last night, Nessie," he crooned. She struggled to understand for a second, still disoriented from sleep. Then her eyes cleared and lit up, a bright smile stretching across her face. She knew the stories (thanks to Alice and Jacob both), and exactly what this meant. She jumped out of the bed and dashed down the hall to the living room at an almost vampire speed, still in her pink footie pajamas. Everyone else was already there, perched on the couches waiting for us. Alice must have warned them.

Edward and I followed her, and I saw Brady's work for the first time. Nessie's stocking was stuffed, and the gifts under the tree overflowed the tree skirt. Her eyes were filled with wonder as she danced around the room, taking everything in.

Alice held up a digital camera, posed for action. "Go ahead and open something, Nessie."

Like that was her cue she darted to the stocking, taking it down carefully and pulling out the top items, a cute hat and scarf set, a journal, and two books, Little Women and An Old Fashioned Girl by Louisa May Alcott. They would make good bedtime stories, as she quickly tired of the old ones. Alice snapped a picture when she put on her hat and scarf, though she scowled when they didn't match her pajamas.

Next were the presents, a beautiful large china doll from Carlisle and Esme, a cream colored silk bag from Alice and Jasper, Rosalie got her a musical jewelry box that played a melody Edward had composed for her when opened, and Emmett gave her a Giant Bubble kit, which made everyone laugh. Jacob had made her a necklace with a wolf charm he carved himself, knowing she was like me in liking homemade gifts. Edward and I had already gotten her her gift. When she went back to the cottage later she would find her room redecorated, with a light pink, white, and gold color scheme that Alice had helped choose.

After she finished opening the presents she looked up the chimney in wonder. Then she leapt over to me, pressing her hand to my cheek. Through her thoughts I saw that she could smell Brady's scent. She imagined following it, wondering if that was okay.

"Alright," I allowed, "but be careful in the chimney." As a mother, I couldn't resist adding the caution, even though I knew it was almost pointless.

Nessie darted to the fireplace and ducked under. She jumped to start the climb, using her full strength, and then pushed with her hands like a little monkey. She was far more efficient than Brady, and before I knew it she had climbed up and jumped back down, with only a light dusting of soot one her hands, and a few spots on her hair and clothes. An odd thing to be proud of, but I was still impressed.

"Why is Daddy's scent on the roof as well?" She inquired. She was intelligent, and was going to test this, like any child, though she could do it more thoroughly than a human was capable. I smiled, my story already in place.

"He had to check that it wasn't an intruder, you know how overprotective he is," I said, rolling my eyes convincingly and earning an approving look from Alice. Ever since the Volturi had visited and she had commented on my lack of "acting skills" I had been working to improve, with impressive results. This was clear as I looked into my daughter's wide eyes, dancing with wonder at the impossibilities presented by such evidence. I smiled, my heart swelling with pride. She was just like any child on Christmas morning, no matter her strange upbringing.

Renesmee seemed to believe this; her whole face was lit up at the very convincing proof that this magic was true. I laughed mentally at myself. I was a vampire, with a half human daughter, and I was trying to convince her that there was magic in the world? How ironic.

Alice couldn't stand Nessie's dirty appearance any longer. She leapt up and took her hand. "Time to get you dressed!" I laughed and followed them upstairs. We dressed her in an adorable blue sweater with tiny snowflakes embroidered on it, and a snowman on the pocket, with a white turtleneck underneath, black dress pants, and shiny black Mary Jane's. I left them with Alice running a brush rhythmically through Nessie's curls, tying them back in a matching blue ribbon, and headed for the cottage, where I was supposedly getting ready.

Once I was alone, I leaned against the wall and smiled, just enjoying the moment. I was even happier than usual. Everything had been perfect. And the day wasn't even over.

For this chapter I want to thank countrydoglover, who supported me (loudly) till I sat down and wrote, and Hanaharoo, who helped me decide on gifts. Also, faerie kitten, you're still amazing in everything you do for me! And love to all of you reading this! Have a great Holiday!

Love, Claire