Woohoo! Day 5! Which means Christmas is in a week. And I haven't finished all my shopping yet. Awesome.

It's another super fluffy chapter. Yay fluff :P

Santa

The two three year olds sat patiently in front of the Christmas tree, legs folded with their hands resting calmly on their knees. Behind them stood their parents, confusedly watching the young children.

"Why are they being so…calm?" Ash whispered, "That's nothing like them at all."

"That's a good question," Misty responded quietly, "but they need to go to bed now." She gave Ash an expectant look, letting him know that she anticipated for him to do the deed. Ash unleashed a hushed groan, but went ahead and did as Misty requested.

"Come on guys," Ash beckoned sweetly to the still silent toddlers, "it's bedtime."

"No Dada," the girl whipped around, her shoulder length red hair flying out. Her emerald green eyes twinkled with innocence, and her small, full lips formed a delicate frown.

"Yeah, we're waitin' for Santa!" The boy turned now, four thick strands of ebony locks brushing over his glowing brown orbs.

"Aiden, Michelle," Misty smiled, "Santa won't come unless you two are fast asleep. In your beds." Aiden and Michelle both whined as they stood up, still looking sadly at their parents.

"Mama, Dada," Michelle squeaked, "what 'bout cookies?"

"And miwk?" Aiden tilted his head.

"Oh, I forgot about that!" Ash laughed as he smacked his forehead. Misty gave him a glance, and the twins nervously raised their eyebrows. Realizing he was the only one to find it amusing, Ash ceased his laughter and looked down sheepishly.

"Okay," Misty breathed, "Daddy and I will help you two put out cookies and milk for Santa, and then you'll go to bed. Alright?" The twins nodded excitedly and hurried off to the kitchen.

This was the first Christmas were the young children were really aware of what was going on, and they were completely enamored by it. The thought of someone coming into the house and leaving lots of toys under the tree was absolutely thrilling to them.

And so, after Ash and Misty fulfilled their children's wishes, they sent them up to bed. In Michelle's sky blue bedroom, Ash carefully tucked the girl in, her green eyes still dancing with excitement.

"Good night princess," Ash giggled, preparing to leave.

"Dada, wait!"

Ash raised an eyebrow and knelt back down, "is something wrong Shelly?"

"Not weakly," Michelle answered, "but…you 'member what I want the most, wight?"

"Uh…" Ash blinked, ready to lie, "no…"

"Silly Dada! I want the pwushie Pikachu wif' the bathing suit!"

"Oh yeah," Ash bit his lip, "the surfing Pikachu."

"It's so cute Dada," Michelle yawned, snuggling deeper into her pillow.

"Michelle," Ash whispered softly, "don't be upset if you don't get it, okay? I…err, Santa knows how badly you want it, but sometimes even he can't get a hold of things."

"Of couwse he can Dada. He's Santa." And with that, the little girl was fast asleep. Ash sighed sadly and shuffled to his and Misty's bedroom, where she was carefully removing her earrings.

"We're screwed for tomorrow," Ash announced, "screwed."

"Is Michelle still talking about the stuffed Pikachu?" Misty guessed.

"Yep."

"Well, maybe you should explain to her that Santa…"

"Sometimes can't get certain things?" Ash interrupted, "yeah, I did. But she won't believe it."

"I tried Ash," Misty frowned, "but that thing is impossible to find."

"I know, not even I could get it, and I'm the freaking Pokémon master."

"Watch the ego," Misty shook a warning finger.

"Sorry."

"In fact," Misty continued, "I had everyone looking. Brock, Tracey, nothing. May and Dawn couldn't even find it, and they're in Hoenn and Sinnoh!"

"I told you, we're screwed," Ash shrugged, "I don't know what we're gonna do tomorrow morning when she's crying her eyes out."

"I'm just worried she won't believe in Santa anymore," Misty bit her lip, "it's the first Christmas they actually understand what's going on, and I'm starting to worry it's going to be the last." She groaned and threw herself down on the bed, shutting her eyes tight.

"Good idea," Ash crawled under the covers, "let's get some sleep before we have to put the presents under the tree."

After a few minutes of silence, Ash rolled over, poking his nose against Misty's upper arm.

"What?" Misty mumbled sleepily.

"When did you stop believing? In Santa, I mean."

"When I asked for the same thing each and every year, that I wanted more than anything in the world, and he never brought it for me."

"And what was that?"

"You," Misty stated simply.

"Oh," Ash looked back up at the ceiling, before adding confusedly "but you did get me."

"Yeah, after I stopped believing."

XXX

"Up! Up! Up!"

Misty shot up at the voices of her children, worrying that something bad had happened. She looked quickly at the alarm clock and, seeing the date, realized she had forgotten it was Christmas. And that it was 6 AM. She sighed and rubbed her eyes.

"Up Mama?" Michelle asked cautiously, sitting right in front of her mother.

"Yes, I'm up," Misty smiled tiredly, brushing through the girl's hair. Michelle turned to look at her father, who was still fast asleep and snoring rather loudly.

"Up Dada," Michelle poked him, "up." No response. Aiden crawled onto the bed, hurrying over to Ash. With a devious glint in his eyes, he stood up shakily on the soft bed, and began jumping around.

"Up! Up!" He cried, laughing as he did so, "up!"

Michelle clapped joyfully, and soon joined her brother in his attempt, "up! Up!"

Misty quickly jumped out of bed, knowing what was going to happen. Ash slept through the incecent bouncing, until Aiden accidentally landed on his stomach.

"AH!" Ash jumped up, the young children still bouncing around him. They giggled louder now, continuing to step all over him. "Ow, ow, ow!"

"Get up Dada," Aiden ordered as he ceased his bounding. Michelle followed suit.

"I'm…up," Ash groaned, messaging his sore stomach.

"Come on Dada," Aiden yanked at his shirt, "it's so cool!"

"We got pwesents!" Michelle snuggled against him, "that means we're good, wight?"

"Yep," Ash tried to laugh, but the pain in his midsection denied that attempt.

"Let's go!" Aiden cheered, jumping off the bed and running downstairs. Michelle giggled and followed behind.

"This is so cute!" Misty cooed, gently tilting her head, "I wonder what they'll say when they open the presents."

"I just wonder if it's possible to get an internal bruise," Ash leaned down groggily.

When the adults finally got down stairs, they smiled at the sight of the two young children staring intensely at the sea of gifts before them.

"Can we open them now?" Aiden asked excitedly.

"Yes, you may," Misty smiled. The twins shrieked and jumped at the wrapped objects, tearing off the paper crazily and throwing it every which way. Towards the end, however, as Michelle still hadn't found her stuffed Pikachu, a look of disappointment was quite visible on the child's face.

"One more!" Aiden cheered, taking his. He found Michelle's last one and handed it to the slightly saddened young girl. Ash and Misty exchanged worried looks as their young daughter opened the gift, but when they saw what it was, the glances changed from concern to shock.

"My Pikachu!" Michelle grinned, tightly hugging the stuffed toy, "he's so cute!" Pikachu scurried up to see the plushie, which Michelle showed off proudly. "See his suwf thingy Pikachu? And his bathing suit?"

"I thought you said you couldn't find it," Ash whispered confusedly to Misty.

"I couldn't…" Misty mumbled before accusing Ash, "so you did find it, didn't you Mr. Pokémon Master?"

"No, I didn't," Ash shook his head. The two adults looked at each other once again, and then back to their very happy daughter.

Pikachu, meanwhile, twitched his ears, and leapt off of Ash's shoulder. Peering up the fire place, the electric mouse jumped inside, and quickly scurried up the chimney.

"Pikachu, where are you going?" Ash called out to the Pokémon, but got no response. He furrowed his brow and shrugged, returning to the ever important job of opening presents.

Once Pikachu reached the roof, he shook himself out, his body having become covered with soot from the chimney. He skipped down the length of the snow covered roof, finding exactly what he'd expected: the hoof prints of Stantler and the marks of a human's boot.

"Pika," Pikachu smiled happily to himself and looked up into the clear December sky, giving a gentle twitch of the ears before jumping back down the chimney.

Okay, so I had to include my OC's eventually. Don't judge me, I loves them :P And it was all that I could think about when it came to "Santa."

Next chapter will be out tomorrow, after my friend's holiday party. Remember to rate and review! It's the season of giving, after all... :P Plus I very much appreciate them.