All you Elizabeth fans out there will love this one :) It's Lizzie centric!
Based off of the eighth track on the CD: Must Be Santa.
Must Be Santa
"Hey, Lizzie, aren't you excited for Santa?"
Elizabeth tilted her head and stared up at her older brother in innocent bewilderment.
"What?" Aiden frowned. "Don't you know who Santa is?"
"No," Elizabeth squeaked.
Aiden looked very disturbed by such an idea. How could his little sister not know who Santa was? Still feeling disgruntled, the boy picked up the younger girl, much to her delight, and carried her into the kitchen, where their mother was helping Brock cook.
"Mom! Brock!" Aiden cried. Both adults whipped around, concerned by the tone of Aiden's voice. They weren't met with a disturbing sight, however, which was enough to confuse them.
"Aiden, you scared us," Misty sighed, covering her heart with her hand. "I thought that something was wrong with Elizabeth!"
"No, she's fine," Aiden motioned towards the giggling child. "We have a different problem with Lizzie!"
"What kind of problem?" Misty raised an eyebrow.
"She doesn't know who Santa is," Aiden's eyes widened, once again shocking himself with the fact.
"Well, that's understandable," Misty wasn't taken as off guard as her son. "Elizabeth isn't even a year and a half old yet! She might not even understand what Christmas is."
"Pwesents," Elizabeth spoke up, a big smile appearing on her young face.
Gasping, Misty took the baby out of her brother's hands and cooed, "Yes, little sweetheart! Presents! You get presents at Christmas time!"
Stepping forward, Aiden folded his arms and stared up at his mother, pressing, "Mom, we have to teach her about Santa! No little sister of mine can't know who Santa is."
"How are we supposed to teach her about Santa?" Misty asked.
"Well, Misty, we could always use her toys!"
The gym leader turned around and gave her busily cooking friend a narrowed glance. "What toys are you talking about, Brock?"
Chuckling, Brock checked on the food in the oven one last time before deeming he could leave it alone for a little while. With that out of the way, he approached Misty and took the youngest Ketchum into his own arms, causing her to giggle once again.
"Bwock," Elizabeth pointed at the man holding her.
"Come along, little goddaughter," Brock smiled, carrying the child back into the living room, "Brock is gonna' teach you all about Santa Claus!"
Sitting down on the floor, the Pokémon Doctor sat Elizabeth down in front of him, patting the happy baby on her head. Her cheery red sweater dress, with Fair Isle double sleeves and snowflake appliques, was gathered into the baby's hands as she smiled up at her Godfather. With Elizabeth sitting intently in front of him, Brock picked up one of the child's stuffed toys that had been sitting on the carpet; a round and overly cute representation of Santa Claus.
"I don't remember that one," Misty twisted her mouth.
"I bought it for her!" Brock smiled, causing the woman to smirk while rolling her eyes. Her children were so spoiled.
"Look, Lizzie," Aiden crawled up next to their Godfather, pulling at the white beard on the stuffed Santa. "He's got a beard! And it's long and white!"
"Who's that?" Brock asked the baby, making her toy Santa dance and causing Elizabeth to laugh wildly.
"Santa!" Misty gently tickled the baby's side, pointing at the toy.
"And who comes around on a special night?" Aiden continued, pointing towards the brightly lit Christmas tree in the corner. Elizabeth cooed and reached out towards the tree.
"Santa does!" Misty giggled, rubbing her nose against the baby's cheek. Elizabeth took her outstretched hand and patted her mother's cheek, laughing at the contact. Reaching forward, Misty took the stuffed Santa out of Brock's hands and held it in front of the child herself. "Who wears boots and a suit of red?"
Elizabeth stopped patting Misty's cheek and let out a tiny squeak before grabbing the toy Santa's stomach and squeezing it.
"Yeah, Santa does!" Brock chuckled.
"And who wears a long cap on his head?" Misty gently pulled at the stuffed Santa's hat. Elizabeth followed suit, grabbing at the hat with her tiny hand and yanking on it as hard as she possibly could.
"Santa wears a hat!" Aiden beamed at his little sister.
"And who's got a red nose?" Brock smiled. "Like a cherry?"
Elizabeth continued to stare at the toy before her, moving her hand down to poke a finger at the stuffed Santa's beady little nose.
"Santa's nose is red!" Misty giggled.
"And who laughs like this?" Brock asked before deepening his voice and letting out a merry, "ho ho ho!"
"Boo?" Elizabeth tilted her head, pressing her index finger against her lower lip.
"No, Lizzie!" Aiden sighed. "Ho ho ho! Not boo! It's not Halloween!"
Elizabeth was now just staring at Aiden, seemingly confused by whatever it was he was saying. "Boo?"
"Lizzie, its Santa!" Misty bounced the toy up and down in front of her little daughter. "Santa laughs like that!"
Elizabeth pressed her hand to the top of the Santa's head, until he was smushed between her palm and the floor.
"Who's coming here soon?" Aiden continued.
"Dada!" Elizabeth's eyes lit up. Misty started to laugh, covering her mouth. Brock soon joined in on the laughter, but Aiden wasn't as amused as the adults.
"No, not Dad!" Aiden groaned, smacking his forehead.
"Oh, sweetie, you know that's what we ask Elizabeth before your father comes home," Misty smiled at the boy. "That's the only reason she said Dada. She thinks we're talking about Ash now!"
"Dada," Elizabeth pointed at the Santa toy once again.
"Elizabeth, Dad isn't Santa," Aiden shook his head.
The little girl frowned and pressed her hands together, clearly not pleased that it wasn't her father they were talking about.
"It's Santa!" Misty cooed, trying to cheer the girl up. "Santa is coming here soon! And do you know what he brings with him?"
"Dada," Elizabeth frowned.
"No, Dada will come home on his own," Misty giggled, gently tapping her daughter's nose. "Santa will bring you presents!"
"Pwesents?" Elizabeth asked.
"Yes, presents!"
"And he comes in a sleigh," Brock added. "Do you know who pulls his sleigh, Elizabeth?"
The baby shook her head, causing Brock to chuckle. He picked up another stuffed toy, this one a Stantler with a red ribbon tied around its neck into a bow. Misty didn't recognize that one either. And when she gave Brock that look, all she got in return was a cheeky smile.
Oh, come on, Brock.
The baby reached out and played with Stantler's antlers, pulling at them to see if they would come out of the stuffed Pokémon's head.
"Stantler pull his sleigh!" Brock cooed, bouncing the deer Pokémon up and down.
"Except Santa has eight Stantler," Aiden grinned.
Letting go of the stuffed Stantler, Elizabeth instead chose to once again reach for the toy Santa that was still in her mother's hands. She grabbed at it, so Misty finally gave up the toy and allowed Elizabeth to hold onto it. Staring down at the round, soft toy in her hands, Elizabeth soon started patting his stomach, causing the three surrounding her to laugh.
"Who is that, Lizzie?" Misty asked sweetly.
"Santa!" Elizabeth chirped, beaming up at her mother.
Aiden's eyes lit up, as did Misty's. She knew before she had told Aiden it was no big deal that Elizabeth didn't know who Santa is, but her learning it was really an incredible feeling. It made Misty so proud of her baby girl.
"Yes, that's Santa!" Misty clapped her hands together. "Good girl!"
Elizabeth, in turn, started to laugh and clap her own hands together. She had a habit of copying whatever everyone around her was doing.
"Yes!" Aiden cheered, jumping to his feet. "Now Lizzie knows who Santa is! This is awesome! She can be all excited for him and help me and Michelle put out cookies for him!"
"Milk," Elizabeth squeaked.
"Wow, she even knows that we put milk out with the cookies!" Aiden was marveling at his little sister. "I didn't even have to say anything about it! She's really smart, huh, guys?"
"She is definitely a smart little girl," Misty giggled softly, "but…I don't think Elizabeth meant milk for Santa."
"Huh?" Aiden blinked. "Of course she did! What else could she mean?"
"Milk!" Elizabeth repeated, pulling at her lips with her right hand and grabbing her mother's shirt with her left.
"Little Lizzie wants milk for herself!" Misty laughed, picking up the toddler and sitting the girl in her lap. "Okay, my beautiful sprinkle, I'll feed you!"
Aiden sighed and shook his head. Chuckling, Brandon patted the boy on his shoulder and comforted, "it's alright, Aiden. One step at a time!"