Two updates in a day? Must be a Xmas miracle! Well, here be the small festively-themed snapshot I promised. Seasons greetings to everyone! Play hard and play safe ya'll! !

Snapshot: The Boy and Santa (or Rudolph)

Charles aged just under three

"Erie Erie Erieerieerieerierieririr! !"

Charles came tumbling into the study where Erik was taking a much deserved coffee break by the leather couch after a long day of reading files and formulating strategies. What was unusual today was the fact that Jean had came running in after Charles, green eyes aglow with giddiness and eagerness. She too climbed onto Erik's other free lap.

"Erie! Peez I wanna cookies and moofins and candy and chocolate and and always apples juice and and I a good boy, so can I has blankie never smell bad like the flowers again and-"

At the same time, Jean was talking into his other ear.

"...I'd really like to see snow, and I wish for everyone to have a nice warm Christmas with lots of food and... if it's not too much to ask, I'd really like to go on a date, alone, with someone who shall remain nameless-"

"Jean mean's Sott!"

After they'd both finished sounding off what seemed like their Christmas wish list, they both stared wide eyed in awe at him, as if he was some higher being, and Erik can't figure out why they'd be suddenly rambling on about it to him.

"Charles! We have to go make cookies and pour milk for Erik! Christmas eve is tonight! !"

"Oh yeah! Erie you look skinny compare to all the pictures of you in the cards! Is because all good boys and girls wants to feed you cookies and milk too? But but our cookies and milk is bestest! Can come visit us first? ?"

"Ughhh... okay...?"

The man felt that was the safest answer given this situation he still could not get his head around. Jean grabs Charles' hand and leads them towards the kitchen, calling out for Sean or Janos to ask if they had ingredients for cookies.

"I'm really sorry... I think I gave them the idea that you're Santa Claus..."

Ororo poked her head into view, and she looked all abashed.

"What? How in the world-"

"Well, I was reading them a story, and Charles kinda sorta concluded that you're Santa because you also have a hidden red suit you only wear for special occasions... and I kind of didn't tell him he was way off base... then Jean got all dewy eyes because she's never celebrated Christmas before..."

Of course Erik can't get himself mad or even slightly annoyed at Ororo, or the two other children.

"I mean, you're obviously Rudolph..."

Erik's espresso cup makes an unflattering clatter onto its saucer.

"I-I mean, those antlers on you're helmet, and how you can maneuver metal... you know, like a sled, across the sky... I connected the dots..."

Ororo can't hold her innocent face any longer and breaks into laughter.

"I really am sorry. I didn't think Jean and Charles would take it so seriously. Merry Christmas though! !"

Ororo ran up to Erik and gave him a quick peck on the cheeks and walked out of the study.

"...I'm Jewish by the way."

Erik says to the now empty room. He rolled his eyes and cursed at himself for being weak and always spoiling the kids.

"Ro, hold up!"

The silver haired teen stopped and turned with a quirked questioning brow.

"Since you started this, you're going to have to make it a white Christmas for them... I'll handle the rest. You can thank me later."

Ororo gave him a beautiful smile before turning around and walking off again, this time with a small skip in her step.

"I rather thing you should be thanking me."

"-and Erie came floatin' by the window, and Udolph was on his head flying with Erie! And Erie waved and the window opened iself! !"

Bit of Christmas Pudding inspired muffin crumbles were flying out of Charles' overfilled mouth as the hyperactive child busily stuffed himself with more treats while giving everyone a second by second recap of the events of the night before.

In the morning the household woke up to a white and tranquil landscape, and Erik had to give Ororo a proper pat on the back, as she'd managed to get cover hectares of land with at least six inches of snow in mere hours. Jean woke everyone up with her mental squealing, though in her excitement, she'd probably not known she's used her powers.

'It's snowing! ! Oh gosh! It's beautiful! !'

Jean and Charles had run outside to play, only to be zapped back in by Azazel, to put on more layers onto their pajamas. Everyone else eventually joined them outside too, where a snowball fight ensured, and mutant powers were cunningly used. When Sean blasted a huge wave of snow only to be stopped by Janos' whirlwinds, Angel called it even, and they decided it was a good time for brunch.

Erik managed to rope all the adults into staying up late and prepare all the food Charles and Jean had asked for, which was now being devoured in front of the opulent fireplace.

"Wait, if Erik's Santa, doesn't need to be visiting other children too?"

Scott was obviously teasing, but Charles immediately froze in horror at the thought of sharing Erik with others. His little mouth, still more than half full with sweet morsels stayed in s large open 'O' while he slowly looked up into Erik's eyes.

"Don't worry, maus. I'm done for the year."

Both Charles and Jean become all sparkly-eyed and ful of awe when they exclaimed at the same time.

"Wow~"