"Was it all just a dream?" Robotnik said as he woke.

He looked around to see if he was really in his home. He felt his face and checked his room again. Then he remembered what the King said to him before:

"Then the second, an hour later."

He looked at his clock and noticed it was ten after one AM.

"Whew, it was all just a dream, then." He said trying to reassure himself once again. Then he heard a noise in the kitchen. He grabbed the nearest object he saw that can be used as a weapon which was a table stand. He crept to the kitchen doorway to peek inside. Slowly and quietly he peeped around the corner. He saw a man greater in size than he was. The mystery man was looking in his kitchen for food.

"You're late, old boy!" He said to Robotnik. "I was afraid you weren't going to show! Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, Majestia normally doesn't take this long unless the poor lad's a bundle of a problem. That means we got some work to do."

"Who are you?

"Oh, where are my manners? I am the original Christmas Spirit, The Ghost of Christmas Present. I am Mr. Jolliness, himself, The father of Kris Kringle, and I am also the element of the very ground you stand on."

The Spirit of Christmas Present was surely all those things. He was the first Christmas Spirit. He is practically the creator of Christmas. He is a tiller of the ground. He reaps the rewards of hard workers who work for the good of others. In return he grants them a year of success based on their hard work.

He is a jolly old man who is round and tall. He had a long red beard and a green robe. His hair was long as well and in it was decorated with green leaves. His eyes were a deep blue and were filled with warmth. His skin was pink and his hands were great and rough. He, too, had a crown but it was a crown made out of things a bird uses to build a nest.

"What were you doing in my kitchen?" Robotnik continued.

"Reaping what you've sown but there doesn't seem like much is here. No matter, let's get a move on, shall we? Grab on."

The spirit turned around and bent over kneeling. He pointed to his back. Robotnik thought he suggested giving him a piggy back ride. He hopped on his back and held on tight. As soon as he did he felt a strange sensation. Robotnik looked down and noticed that the ground was swallowing them up. Robotnik almost yelled when he saw this but he knew there was nothing he can really do. He just watched as he sunk into the ground. They were completely submerged. Then they resurfaced but in another part of Robotropolis. It was Snively's resting quarters.

"Why are we here, Spirit?

"We're here to look at the people whose lives you touch, Julian."

"Why are you showing me these things Spirit?"

"It is quite rude to ask so many questions. Just pay attention to Snively and don't worry, we're invisible."

"Snively! I thought I told him to keep watch at the Command Center. When I see him, I'll-"

"Look, old boy," interrupted the Spirit.

Snively sat in front of a monitor. He typed in some coordinates and then a picture showed. It was a video cam and he was talking to his Father Jerald Robotnik.

"Hello son, Merry Christmas." Jerald said.

"Merry Christmas, father."

"How are things going for you up there? Have you taken over the world yet?"

"Not yet but soon."

"Oh, that foolish cousin of mine. What has he gotten you mixed up in? Oh well. We all sent you a gift. It will arrive in the morning. Christmas on Mobius is after our Christmas so I arranged it accordingly."

"Oh that is nice of you father. I wish I can send you something. How is your big Project coming along?

"Project Shadow? Well, I'll have to wait until my new lab is built. I'm thinking about putting the lab in space, orbiting around the planet-"

"Hi, dear brother!" said another voice.

"Maria, how are you." Snively almost yelled.

Robotnik continued to listen to the conversation.

"I did not know Snively kept in contact with Jerald," he said

"There is much you don't know about young Snively," responded the spirit. "Keep looking."

"Okay, tell mother I said hello," Snively said waving his hand.

"Will do. Send our love to Julian," Jerald said waving back.

"Don't bother," Snively said in his head.

Snively pressed a button to shut off the monitor. Then he punched in another set of coordinates and another picture came up.

"Who is he about to talk to, now?" wondered Robotnik.

The pictures were moving. It was a spybot camera. It was wondering through a forest. It came up to a figure whoa was turned around. It was Sonic.

"Good job Snively, you've found that miserable Hedgehog." Robotnik said excited.

Sonic turned around a stared at the camera.

"It's about time you showed up," said Sonic.

"Sorry, Sonic. The fat man put me on guard duty all night"

"Oh, man! You'll still make it to the party tomorrow, right?"

"I don't think so. He wants me at Command Center tomorrow."

"But it's Christmas. Oooh, that Robuttnik!"

"Sorry, but I did bring you a gift. Look in the compartment on the spybot."

As Sonic was looking in the compartment Robotnik became angrier by the second. He did not know Snively was working for the Freedom Fighters.

"Sweet, more medicine! But why so little this time!"

"Robotnik caught me taking some from his medicine quarters. That was all I could manage to grab."

"Well, thanks anyway. Tails could really use some of this."

"No problem. It is Christmas after all. If Robotnik saw us talking like this I'll be in a lot of trouble."

"You have no idea, Snively," Robotnik said to himself.