Description: Father Christmas comes to town! Act 1.

Disclaimer: Don't own... well I own the books and the books on CD.

A/N: I had this pop into my head on the airplane.. and couldn't work on it till now because my ipod was dead.


When Lucy Peters was 9 years old, and when it was Christmas, she was spending the weekend at her grandparent's house with grandmother.

It was a snowy night, and the fire in the living room was blazing bright. Her grandfather was out with her parents at her fathers work party. The only reason that her grandmother wasn't with them was that a normal babysitter wasn't an option. Lucy was sick with a fever.

It took all Susan had in her to convince her daughter that it would be okay to go to the party. Susan had no problem not going to the party and instead staying to watch her granddaughter. But back the story.

Lucy was sleeping on the couch in the living room while her grandmother Susan sat in a reclining chair reading a book. Everything was going smoothly, Lucy had taken her medicine and had fallen asleep at least 20 minutes ago. Susan got to go into the kitchen to refill her teacup. When she just entered the kitchen, her back still in the doorway, she heard a noise that she hadn't heard in many years, and then heard a little voice calling out.

"Santa?"

"Hello little one, why are you laying down here and not in your room upstairs?"

Susan turned and saw that it was the same man, the same Father Christmas that she had meet all those years ago in Narnia. The same one that had given her her bows and arrow, and her horn. She didn't move to walk into the room, or made any noise to have him acknowledge her. She didn't know why he was here, but he knew that it wasn't for her, but for her granddaughter.

"I'm sick. Mum and dad and grandpa are out. Grandma is taking care of me. I wanted to go to the party to though. Everyone said no."

"Dear, you don't look sick to me," Father Christmas said placing a hand on her forehead and running his hand down the side of her hair, and Susan knew that he took the fever away. Father Christmas stood again, gave a bow to Susan and walked to the bag that he had left by the tree.

"Now, dear, let us see what we have for you in here."

"Really, for me?"

Father Christmas chuckled, "For you and for the rest of your family."

Little Lucy sat up and watched as Father Christmas dug around in his bag for a few moments before standing up again.

"Here we are."

"What book is it?" Lucy asked holding the heavy leather bond book. There was no writing on the front or the side.

"It is a book of fairytales, but none that you have ever heard before. Why don't you have your grandmother start reading them to you tonight."

Lucy looked back to the kitchen and saw her grandma standing in the doorway. "Look Grandma! I got a pretty fairytale book from Santa!"

"I see that," Susan said as she made her way back into the room, forgetting all about getting her tea. "Say thank you to Father Christmas."

"Thank you Sir! Thank you so much."

"Anytime my dear. Sleep well tonight and dream magically."

But Lucy was already facing down and opening her book, so she never heard Susan saying goodbye to Father Christmas, or saw the gift that she was given.

"Thank you Father Christmas. Thank you."

"Anytime Queen Susan the Gentle. I also have a small gift for you, one from your sister."

"Lu…"

Father Christmas reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bundle of leaves tied together with vines and a bright green flower as the bow. He reached out and placed it into Susan's hand, shocking her about the weight.

"Oh, my favorite flower. It is a little heavy though."

"Take care Queen Susan. Until next time." And then he was gone, leaving Susan smiling as she put the bundle into her pocket and sat down next to her granddaughter and started to read the first story, the story or Diggory and Polly.


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