A/N: Another chapter of my Christmas fic, don't forget to review. I like to hear the feedback. Enjoy!

Carly, Sam, and Spencer were strolling through the Crown Ridge Mall, weaving through the countless holiday shoppers. They had just seen Jolly Ole' St. Nick himself. Afterwards, the three decided to see what sales they could find.

"Spencer, mind if me and Sam meet you here by the food court in maybe an hour and a half?" Carly asked.

"No problem. Got your cell with ya?"

"Yeah, we're gonna see what we can find."

"Ok then, call me if you need anything," Spencer said as he and the girls parted ways.

"So, you know whatcha gonna buy?" Sam asked

"I have no idea what to get Spencer or Freddie for Christmas."

"Oh, that's all who you're shopping for?" Sam asked in a very inquisitive manner.

"Don't worry, I already got your gift. And no, there's no way I'm telling you what you got," Carly answered firmly. "You getting Freddie a present?"

"Yup, I already got him something. I had a picture photo-docked with Freddie's head on a reindeer. I got my face photo-docked as Santa pulling the reigns of the sleigh and whipping him saying 'Mush'. I got it framed, it plays music and lights up. It's got everything."

"I'm sure he'll get a kick out of that," Carly amused with Sam's choice of gifts, "But I still need gifts for him and Spencer."

She figured that she'd start shopping for Spencer first. They both looked at various stores but couldn't find anything that Spencer might like. The arts-n-crafts store, Mitchell's, seem very bland and normal for Spencer's tastes. Carly thought about getting her brother another goldfish but decided against it after what happen to Spencer's previous two goldfish. She even thought about getting a pair of socks for him but she knew that any pair of socks she got couldn't top Spencer's bright socks that could even put lights on the Las Vegas strip to shame.

Carly and Sam then tried shopping for Freddie's gift. They thought that Freddie would love something from the Pear store which was known for selling Pearpods, Pearphones, Pear laptops, and Pear computers. The store was jam packed with shoppers browsing the latest and greatest high tech gadgets. They both knew that their tech producer would love a gift from the Pear store but many of the items were very expensive. Carly and Sam even had false hope of giving Freddie a new camera for Christmas. Feeling dejected both of them went off to the food court only to find Spencer already there.

"Hey, why the glum faces?" he noticed the expressions on the girls' faces. "Didn't find anything?"

"Not a whole lot of luck," Carly replied.

"Come on, let's go home. It's nothing a cup of hot chocolate and thirty-two marshmallows won't be able to fix," her older brother had a knack of cheering his little sister up. Carly then looked at Santa's Winter Wonderland as they passed by. Santa was listening to a little girl on his lap. He looked over to Carly, winked at her and gave a small wave. Forgetting about coming up empty-handed, Carly remembered what Santa Claus had said to her earlier.

"You know, hot cocoa seems really good right about now," Carly smiling with optimism.

"Hot chocolate and a bag of Fat Cakes and I'm a happy camper," Sam added.

Freddie was at home putting on the finishing touches on the gingerbread cookies that he and his mother baked the night before. There were several batches of cookies that the Bensons were giving as gifts to friends and family. He arranged all the cookies that he was going to bring to Carly's in a decorative gift basket.

"There, finally done. I thought I'd be frosting those cookies 'til Easter," Freddie said to himself. He walked across the hallway and knocked on Carly's door. Spencer answered.

"What's up Freddie," Spencer greeted.

"Hey Spencer, these are from me and my mom. Is Carly here?" Freddie asked as he handed the basket to him.

"Yeah, we just got back from the mall. I just made some hot chocolate on the stove and…oh are these what I think they are?" he said smelling the essence of cinnamon, ginger, and cloves.

Carly and Sam came down the stairs.

"I thought I heard you come in," Carly said to Freddie.

"Where ya been?" Sam added.

"Gingerbread people!" Spencer yelled in an outburst of delight, peeking into the basket.

"I was making those for you guys for Christmas," Freddie replied.

"And look! They even look like us!" Spencer showed a gingerbread man with chocolate frosting for hair and neon green and pink frosting on the feet resembling socks.

"I've got my gingerbread girl!" Carly said with delight. She held up her cookie that had wavy chocolate frosting for her hair, a smile made with white chocolate chips, and had a pink heart candy in the middle.

"I guess this must be me then," Sam said as she picked up the gingerbread girl with curly lemon frosting for hair. Her cookie displayed angry eyebrows made with strips black licorice and a frown made chocolate chips. Freddie gave Sam a smirk.

"Hey there's even a Freddie gingerbread boy," Carly picked up the cookie with a chocolate brown hair with a smile also made of white chocolate chips. Sam then grabbed the Freddie gingerbread boy and bit a huge chunk of its head off and smiled at the iCarly producer.

"Somehow I knew that was coming," Freddie said rolling his eyes after noticing the cookie crumbs in Sam's teeth.

"I never thought that Freddie's head would taste so scrumptious," Sam commented as she finished off the Freddie-like gingerbread boy's head.

"Anyway, I gotta get back. I need to pack up for the trip. I just wanted to stop by and drop off the cookies," Freddie dusting off the crumbs Sam had inadvertently spewed at him.

Mrs. Benson suddenly walked through the door in a rush, carrying a large suitcase with her.

"C'mon Freddie, I just finished folding your feety pajamas. We've still got a lot of things to do. We have to pack your underwear, your socks, your winter coat, and your night-light. I still have to give you your inoculations so you won't get sick. I have to order a special dietary meal for the flight. I don't want you eating that awful airline food. Who knows what they put in there," Mrs. Benson was dragging her son by the hand.

"B-b-but Mom…." Freddie groaned trailing behind his mother. He looked back at his friends in agony.

"Poor Freddie," Carly snickered.

"I cannot understand how any normal human being can put up with that woman. But then again, whoever said Freddie was normal," Sam was sitting at the kitchen counter while dunking the rest of her Freddie gingerbread boy into her hot chocolate.